pulling arrows from a quiver in the ink of shadow; clever...
in the foliage of the heather
on the brink
of untamed
meadow ( downwind... )
bending a hard bow
in soft leathers ~
tanned in the village
for the price
of a Buck with a Doe
one with a crown
but no throne.
Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 11:14 AM UTC
pulling arrows from a quiver in the ink of shadow; clever...
in the foliage of the heather
on the brink
of untamed
meadow ( downwind... )
bending a hard bow
in soft leathers ~
tanned in the village
for the price
of a Buck with a Doe
one with a crown
but no throne.
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