Steadfast

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Left arm holds, strong and taut
The fingers grip fast and tight
Right arm drawn to yield potential
Eyes commit; the mark's in sight
 
Experience and heritage in the bow
Crafted.  Etched.  Owned with pride
Arrows designed to cut through air
Sharpened points forge a graceful glide
 
And mounted on a handsome steed
A jet black stallion with flowing mane
A steady course is set and held
Nothing now to spoil the aim
 
The cloudy sky above blends in
The background sinks into a blur
All senses heighten in the wind
The prey lets out a cri de cœur

◄ God's Cahnty

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