Archer of Arts

With these words I can fashion a bow,

For the arrows words sheathed in soliloquies,

The shaft a list of stanzas,

A string of verse wound together

Tight knit

Woven with sentiment

 

And with this I possess the noblest of weapons

To let fire

Release slicing through the air

Like music it whispers to the most sullen of hearts

 

A wrought iron head

That pierces armour

Embeds itself in the soul of the most steadfast of warriors

Emotive quivers in the depths of my rhetoric

My bursting arsenal

Of truth

For lies

 

The lancing of linguistics

Pinned strong with bodkin

An instrument of war

Sings 

With the purest form of romance

 

Heartfelt hurt the battlefield

And I am the Archer of the arts

No pertinent paintings

Pen and paper

Forever posed for war

Author's Note

Ignore grammar problems