Literature
Archer
She draws the feathered end to the corner of her mouth,
a feeling that she has felt so many times before,
although no smile escapes her emotionless face,
deep inside she is singing,
She takes a deep breath,
air filles her lungs,
cool and clean,
the final breath before the release,
She sights down the shaft,
she loosens her hold on the string,
the rough texture rubbing her skin,
the string snaps forewards,
The arrow leaves her bow,
flying throught the air,
slicing the wind in half,
moving faster than the eye can see,
She watches breathlessly,
as the speeding arrow enters the soft fabric of the target,
entering the small middl