Purest Adamantium

Arrows splitting hairs
Precision beyond measure
Each loosed hits its mark

A force of nature
Sniper with a heart of gold
Equal yet unfound

Shooting is easy
So is not taking a shot
Discretion is hard.

The weight of the world
A conscience fully in tact
Hoping for cease fire

Willing and able
To swiftly end a conflict
But patient for peace

Infinite patience
When time and space lose their hold
The wise remeasure

Remeasure again
Seeking just one ray of hope
There must be a way

If there is or not
Faithfully aiming the bow
Heralding the end


~ by songoflove on March 20, 2017.

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