The sun hangs low
Hanging over your head
Touching your cheekbones
The darkness is pulling you back
The craters of the moon are as steel as stone
A shot in the dark
Nervous hands make this task not a lark
The fire in your heart pounds
Pulsating your veins, within your ears echoing a thumping sound

As you arch your back
Sweat trickles down your arms
Your mind goes blank, you’re ready to attack
Every breathe, the fire swirls
Igniting a spark of light into the dark, an apple appears

The sweetness of light will appear in every dark spot
As the arrow bounced through the darkness the apple shattered
Shattered light. The lightness will succumb to darkness.
A fight you should not fright.