A strike in the wrong direction,
A shot into the hard part and
It’s tip broke off.
Everyone laughed with mirth as
The arrow was thrown away
Without a second thought.
The arrow, it waited patiently,
It’s heart breaking quite indistinctly.
It had once belonged to the gods.
Created by Zeus in affection,
For the young and divine Artemis.
He thought of ol’ Robin Hood
And his merry men running
Through the green thickets;
Fighting the poor and aiding the poor.
He thought of every Prince who had
Ever aimed and hit the eye, him as the witness.
But, now he lay under a tree
Crying silently,broken and useless,
But then she came along and picked him up
Played for a while, making him a wand.
She fell in love with the minimalism and
Inspiration led her to dedicate a rhythm
For the beautiful broken arrow.