The Archer


Wildfires run through the forests of crumbs.
And the archer is always right there.
Masters to bows and arrows with diamond cut swords,
Archer’s targets are already set in place.
Hunters and huntresses are present in the gardens.
With cool pastures steaming in the air.

Never revealing a faceless mask,
They hide in dark corners unveiling their white lace.
They ride white horses with hoofs of silver.
And red sachets branded by golden rules.

Behind archers are ravens.
Bellowing to the phoenix’s to fly again, you silly fools.
The bull of heaven is aroused with horns already polished for his demolish.
God’s of lightening spark a fiery fuse and candles are lit.
Even leviathan will die or lose.

Kings and queens rise above stairways.
Leaping into boundlessness of a quick swoosh-swish!
Earth is dark green and the skies a deep blue.
Oceans are clear and the palms a recluse.

Archers narrow spaces to claim and are a perfect aim.
They’re always a triumphant gain.
Losses are gathered and coins are collected.
Will the archer remain confined to the same?

Wings of eagles and wolf’s in gangs,
Echo and holler at vultures that seem insane.
Butterflies and bees disrupt silence in the air.
Free floating on nature’s quest, what a game.

The Sun’s on the horizon today and soon to set.
Archer’s never place all their cards on just one bet.
Sounding horns and trumpets afar,
Archers arch archery’s behind heavens four winds.

Overwhelming doom,
Rains funnel into a huge global net and this is what they all get.
Clocks tick turning time towards a finish line from space to real time.
Archers always know.
A world spinning and time standing still, archers go where none will go.
Strings of vibrations flow through hollow streams of an archer’s silencing echo.

Thank you Danny....Sometimes I blow my own mind believe me....I am in awe and stunned at some of my works....that's why I share it....

Love, Light & Peace!

Ann Rich