Archer’s eye narrows, releases the arrow,
chest pricks with pain of finality.
Fletching dances from trembling chest,
proof nightmare has become reality.
Vision goes red, I’m already dead,
he ensured it as those words flew free.
If he’s so set on sending me to my end,
then I’m taking him down with me.
It’s all my ember of outrage needs,
encouraged into a consuming blaze.
How else will he reap ...