My Peotry

(The Archer's Night) As arrows fly through the night, my pain washes away. I hear the crickets chirping, at the end of this day. My pain and sorrow are deep within, but this night helps dull the power of my sin. Each arrow that is fired, is like an unwanted thing, and when it hits its target away from me, my hearts to sing. I am thankful for the joy that is sure to bring, it makes my darkness weak, and forever dulls the sting.