The Life of an Arrow

by: Negasi

The life of an arrow

First starts off

As a branch

That was used by a sparrow

Is is then cut

And shaped just right

A piece of steel is attached to it

And it's ready for it's flight

It sits in a quiver

Late at night

And it feels

The owner shiver

All the other arrows

Are took one by one

The arrow's life

Is becoming less fun

Now he is picked

To be used

And the arrow isn't

The slightest bit confused

His head penetrates

The flesh of another man

His last feeling is pride

Welling up from deep inside-