Poem Faithless Archer by Darkgiant Allpoetry Loss of Dear One and Faith
Faithless Archer
They say I am blessed with the arrow and bow.
I pray every time I shoot, so I can not never miss.
That's God protecting me I know.
Hitting every target, it is pure bliss.
But something happened in my perfect world.
I could not save her, she died.
She was kind and a smart girl.
Even the clouds in the sky missed her, because they cried.
I shot my arrow to save her life.
Remembering the moment, never forgetting the kiss.
She promised to marry me, and became my wife.
The one time I shot, I can not believe I would miss.
I will never forget the hour, minute or the day.
Invincible at one time, I am no longer safe.
Its been so long since, no more I pray.
Is this punishment because I have lost my faith.
They say I am blessed?
Because I was knighted by the Bishop's rod?
My mind is racing, and it knows nothing of rest.
Did I lost faith in my talent or in God?
Its does matter anymore.
What does matter is this wine in this cup.
Sometimes we can not reopen a closed door.
Its harder to fight my heart, so I just gave up.
I travel far and wide, through snow and ice.
Searching for my purpose again.
My mind is lost, and my heart is in a vice.
Every beginning must have a bitter sweet end.
Now old and almost blind, I wander through the woods.
After sharing lunch with an orphan, I rest my old back.
She was like a daughter, I would help her anyway I could.
Suddenly trees shatter, and a monster begin to attack.
I cant lose her, tell me it is not so.
God, please do not take her life. Take mine.
With shaking old hands, I grab my bow.
I pray every time I shoot, so I can not never miss.
That's God protecting me I know.
Hitting every target, it is pure bliss.
But something happened in my perfect world.
I could not save her, she died.
She was kind and a smart girl.
Even the clouds in the sky missed her, because they cried.
I shot my arrow to save her life.
Remembering the moment, never forgetting the kiss.
She promised to marry me, and became my wife.
The one time I shot, I can not believe I would miss.
I will never forget the hour, minute or the day.
Invincible at one time, I am no longer safe.
Its been so long since, no more I pray.
Is this punishment because I have lost my faith.
They say I am blessed?
Because I was knighted by the Bishop's rod?
My mind is racing, and it knows nothing of rest.
Did I lost faith in my talent or in God?
Its does matter anymore.
What does matter is this wine in this cup.
Sometimes we can not reopen a closed door.
Its harder to fight my heart, so I just gave up.
I travel far and wide, through snow and ice.
Searching for my purpose again.
My mind is lost, and my heart is in a vice.
Every beginning must have a bitter sweet end.
Now old and almost blind, I wander through the woods.
After sharing lunch with an orphan, I rest my old back.
She was like a daughter, I would help her anyway I could.
Suddenly trees shatter, and a monster begin to attack.
I cant lose her, tell me it is not so.
God, please do not take her life. Take mine.
With shaking old hands, I grab my bow.
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