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....