The Archer
The Archer by kmlsIn the high sea of clouds,
in willowing wisps of white,
an evil lurks.
The winds of the world bring
the first whisper of change,
an alien thing.
A dragon.
Red as blood, gleaming darkness,
its armor, invincible?
Heavy metal talons, drooling jaws,
acid falling, burning earth below.
It screams through the sky,
wings creaking, flapping furiously,
breathing flame.
Men flee,
like tiny ants scurrying
from desecration
into it.
Only One holds his ground,
a bow and one arrow
in his hand.
The Prince awaits,
as if to allow the dragon to
devour him.
Then with a flash,
he looses his arrow.
It soars through the air.
Blood gushing,
the dart buried deep,
the dragon crashes to the ground.
Landing on the One.
From amongst the dragon’s corpse,
amidst dying coals and wisps of smoke,
a figure crawls,
stands.
It is the Archer,
the One,
Him.
From the collection “Words at 16 (1983)”
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