Arrow

Stub towers in the distance riders the blasted moor

Against the horizon

Fickle promises of treaty fatal harbingers of war futile horisons

Swirl as one in this flight

This mad chase this surge across the marshy mud landscape

Until the meaning is forgotten

Hood masks the eager face

Skin stretched and sallow

Headlong into the chilling night as swift as any arrow

Feet against the flagstones fingers scrabbling at the lock

Craving protection

Sanctuary croaks a voice half strangled by the shock

Of its rejection

Shot the bolt in the wall

Rusted the key now the echoes of all frightfull memory

Intrude in the silence

What a crawl against the slope dark loom the gallows

One touch to the chapel door how swiftly comes the arrow

Compassion you plead as though they kept it in a box

That's long since been empty

I'd like to help you somehow but I'm in the self same spot

My condition exempts me

We are all on the run

On our knees the sundial draws a line upon eternity

Across every number

How long the time seems

How dark the shadow

How straight the eagle flies how straight towards his arrow

How long the night is why is this passage so narrow

How strange my body feels impaled upon the arrow