Straight up to the horizon,
I feel the wind is blowing away,
As the air gracefully sways
nonchalantly flew its own way,
and my arm swings the bow
of my wooden archer,
aiming to wherever it leads
Hitting on one hit wonder,
as the tip of the eye arrow
Ends my endless sorrow
closing my eyes
I'm poise from my elbow
up onto my wounded shoulder
Releasing it with a breeze
as I was regaining myself to breathe
As the arrow
flocking through the air,
Like a roaring bear,
as I'm standing
On the highest peak,
shooting the arrows,
But I feel tad weak,
for I have awaken
The enemy's streaks,
for I have awaken,
a war amongst immortal
has just begun
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 1:11 PM UTC
Straight up to the horizon,
I feel the wind is blowing away,
As the air gracefully sways
nonchalantly flew its own way,
and my arm swings the bow
of my wooden archer,
aiming to wherever it leads
Hitting on one hit wonder,
as the tip of the eye arrow
Ends my endless sorrow
closing my eyes
I'm poise from my elbow
up onto my wounded shoulder
Releasing it with a breeze
as I was regaining myself to breathe
As the arrow
flocking through the air,
Like a roaring bear,
as I'm standing
On the highest peak,
shooting the arrows,
But I feel tad weak,
for I have awaken
The enemy's streaks,
for I have awaken,
a war amongst immortal
has just begun
