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The Wind Archer
Soars through the forest green.
With just one arrow
All fallen spirits purified.
The Emerald Heart is a beacon
That guides cookies along.
Shining and Pure.
Like the tree intended.
Shining and Pure-
I am not.
In my Heart
A purple storm brews.
A ravenous tornado
Howling
Cawing
Calling
Too loud-
In the darkest nights.
Some other days it
Whispers.
Of the innocents
Of the pure
Of those I
knew.
Of those who
should
not have fallen.
Mercilessly, they cut
And stab
Until I bleed.
I soar
Up and away.
But
Purple wings
Will never move unless
You succumb.
I look to the light
Shining
Pure
Like a beacon
Through the tree leaves.
Yet the
Raven’s feathers-
Too-thick-
block
the light.
It’s dark.
Too dark to fight.
And I sink.
The Wind Archer heals the fallen spirits.
But a fallen spirit cannot heal
Himself.