Beautiful Arrow

Beautiful Arrow

A Poem by Althelia Marie Caine

A poem I thought of while remembering the battles on the field.

On the field quietly flanking,
She stands, bow in hand, 
She smooths her hand to her belt,
Fluidly grasping her arrow,
She pulls it from its quiver. 

Eyes on her target,
She knocks her arrow 
And gracefully draws her bow,
She stares blankly down the shaft of her arrow,
Before loosing her deadly arrow.

Never taking her eyes away,
She watches as it impales
Her victim to the heart.
A smile curving her lips,
She watches as he falls
Before turning quickly to draw her sword,
To slice through another,
An endless pattern of terrible beauty. 

© 2013 Althelia Marie Caine

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Added on August 1, 2013
Last Updated on August 1, 2013
Tags: archery, battle, beauty, death


Althelia Marie Caine
Althelia Marie Caine

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My name is Layla. I have of love of writing and literature but to be perfectly honest? I'm not very good with words and I have a hard time putting them together to form poetry or a story. And I'm okay.. more..