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Sitting in a quite grove
The lonely Archer of the Heart
Repairs his bow since he last went hunting
Indeed the last crusade was harsh
Needing only one more day to mend the cracks
Gather strength to prevent all harm

Another trek into the woods
No need for unheard prophets to proclaim
Demise to all who seem insane

Allow the Archer of the Heart
Right through the jungle thicket
Recurring nightmares hunt his mind
Obscuring his true intentions
Without direction he cannot see his Hart

Discovering the truths of love
Over waterfalls of lust

Never standing in one spot
Overtly causes undermining
The Archer of the Heart cannot understand

After all is said and done he walks back to the grove

Before it all began the archer wondered
Oppressing and depressing musings
Was it right to aim an arrow thusly?

Marking another notch
Another day past in his age
Killing time until he ventures out
Ending this tale is up to the end of the stage