Poisoned Arrows.

Shades of night claw ever near

to halt this songbird's flight,

time has cut his lovers trill

and holds him still upon

the bough.

Cold their hearts 

who shoot him down

this minstrel born to thrill.


Shadows call unto my fears

to loose the bond so held,

unlock the chains that

keep me close;

set free those many years,

but it is I who wield the key

and cannot use it so,

for I still hear my songbird sing

and shall not let him go.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

In support of D, always and forever.

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