An elven archer
Takes up his bow
Fits up an arrow
Then sets his sights
Smoothly draws back
Lets loose the quarrel
The missile flies true
It strikes the centre
I stagger and gasp
While the archer smiles
He strides over
As I clutch my chest
Lifting my chin
Beautiful eyes pierce mine
My elven prince whispers
"Now thy heart is mine."
My love.
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