She wrapped her fingers around the arrow
Wondering from where it had come
Wanting to catch and kill a sparrow
Yet she only heard the roaring drum
The arrow had sailed fifty feet
Before she caught it between her fingers
The small victory was bittersweet
As she’d never caught anything that lingers
The eagle was crying overhead
At the raven’s unsightly wings
So she dropped the arrow and she said
“Let heaven’s freedom ring.”
She stumbled over something solid
‘Twas a leatherbound book
Something seemed amiss about it
Thus she reasoned to take a look
A book among the frosty leaves
Its pages were quite ancient
But she was hiding from some thieves
And the forest wasn’t so vacant
An arrow and a book of the earth
Both were treasures, both were weapons
But what was her life worth?
This was something she must reckon.
She lifted her eyes once more
Saw how the ominous birds flew
Waiting for her sparrow to soar
While her fears remained true
Then the arrow turned to glass
The book faded in her hands
And she seeks her will at last
For the sparrow lands.
