The Archer

Words spit from your mouth

With haste as you load

Another arrow

Classic, your weapon of choice,

It allows you to strike your enemy

From a distance

And before they know it

It is too late.

We know why the bow

Fits you better than a 

Sword—

Close handed combat with

Someone would change your

Stubborn mind and make

You care for them

At least with arrows you cannot

See the wound from that

Far away