It glided through the air
just cloaking the sun's glare
to the heavens it aimed
but by gravity it was tamed
down it dashed
swooping down to crash
on the unsuspecting its fate
for man's reaction was too late
the soft flesh it would pierce
to show stains of dark red
the screams were fierce
a man would be dead
and so many more followed
so that the enemy ranks would be hollowed
but what the arrow did
was only what the laws of nature would permit
and soon its job was done
for lead would take its place
propelled from the gun