Poetry

Arrow Play (draft)

A lover lost,

swept in by courtesy

and coin,

fine fabrics that glitter

as the deep divine.

A roguish grin

once jailed her heart

in petals,

a green-clad figure

both devious and kind.

A thief named,

hiding swift in shadow

and sight,

striving for his maid

to regain her Self.

A shattered laugh

embedded in his chest,

pointed wood

glued back into whole,

turgid with swollen hope.

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