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The Perfect Weapon
Enjoyed by some for just the thrill
A favorite choice to make their kill
It's counted on for more to eat
Or tournaments where those compete
It can be pulled with arms and feet
Though often cranked real nice and neat
It's used for sport and used for fun
It's not a bow nor any gun
There's not a kick and makes no sound
Not any flaw that can be found
A clear design of thrust and speed
A trigger pull is all you need
It's so precise should be a crime
Hits the bulls eye every time
From anywhere it will fulfill
The perfect shot the perfect kill
Easy to hold and very light
Releases death in truest flight
Won't misfire jam up or fail
Shoots smooth and fast right off the rail
Used for glory and used for fame
To honor God or hunt for game
There came a time for something new
When simple bows just wouldn't do
Longbows made way for the new brand
Where even shields could not withstand
In days of knights was felt its sting
At bloody shafts the dead would cling
A silent thud a sudden spring
From castle walls would terror bring
Bolts not arrows that it would fling
Right through the chest was just the thing
How many died to serve their king?
All starring down that deadly string
It has been used in siege and war
Piercing armor was all too sure
Was meant for death and not to stun
No mercy shown to anyone
It once was banned by sacred law
Put fatal wounds in one and all
Used by Christians in God's own name
To kill all those not quite the same
It led Crusades at God's command
To take by force the Holy Land
It conquered lands with millions slain
Till guns prevailed to end its reign
Brave William Tell took careful aim
A shot that he'll forever claim
Shot the apple and spared his son
A shot not tried by anyone
A trophy piece if you should win
But if you kill it's not a sin
Sheer ignorance without reason
Destroys the chance for its season
For they're so proud to use a bow
Of what they fear they do not know
Some believe it's not the way
Its time has come and here to stay
Its death stained past will never fade
No final kill has yet been made
Its role in war is used no more
Its need to kill will long endure
A favorite choice to make their kill
It's counted on for more to eat
Or tournaments where those compete
It can be pulled with arms and feet
Though often cranked real nice and neat
It's used for sport and used for fun
It's not a bow nor any gun
There's not a kick and makes no sound
Not any flaw that can be found
A clear design of thrust and speed
A trigger pull is all you need
It's so precise should be a crime
Hits the bulls eye every time
From anywhere it will fulfill
The perfect shot the perfect kill
Easy to hold and very light
Releases death in truest flight
Won't misfire jam up or fail
Shoots smooth and fast right off the rail
Used for glory and used for fame
To honor God or hunt for game
There came a time for something new
When simple bows just wouldn't do
Longbows made way for the new brand
Where even shields could not withstand
In days of knights was felt its sting
At bloody shafts the dead would cling
A silent thud a sudden spring
From castle walls would terror bring
Bolts not arrows that it would fling
Right through the chest was just the thing
How many died to serve their king?
All starring down that deadly string
It has been used in siege and war
Piercing armor was all too sure
Was meant for death and not to stun
No mercy shown to anyone
It once was banned by sacred law
Put fatal wounds in one and all
Used by Christians in God's own name
To kill all those not quite the same
It led Crusades at God's command
To take by force the Holy Land
It conquered lands with millions slain
Till guns prevailed to end its reign
Brave William Tell took careful aim
A shot that he'll forever claim
Shot the apple and spared his son
A shot not tried by anyone
A trophy piece if you should win
But if you kill it's not a sin
Sheer ignorance without reason
Destroys the chance for its season
For they're so proud to use a bow
Of what they fear they do not know
Some believe it's not the way
Its time has come and here to stay
Its death stained past will never fade
No final kill has yet been made
Its role in war is used no more
Its need to kill will long endure
Published 20th Dec 2012
| Edited 30th Jun 2015
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20th Dec 2012 2:29am
Amazing write and so much care..the gods in the site above should give you a medal.
Anonymous
21st Dec 2012 3:30am
Your writing never ceases to amaze me, MourningCloak. Beautiful piece. I like how easily you rhyme, it doesn't seem in any ways to feel forced.
Brilliant, great poems.
Brilliant, great poems.
Anonymous
21st Dec 2012 6:35am
Don't ever worry about the way you write, you are good at what you do.
23rd Dec 2012 9:18am
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26th Jan 2013 11:10pm
I returned for another read of this beautifuly enigmatic write, because the first time I read it I thought of it as a twist on the effects of sex dressed up as love. Now that I have read it again, I am still not sure?
Perhaps it's the riddle, the enigmatic feel of what and how a person writes, so that the reader CAN make his or her own evaluation of what it truly is. I see a sword, perhaps a sword that pierces beyond mere space and time and the physical body, to penetrate into the very spirit, the very soul of the universe itself, that we, as mere mortals, haven't a clue as to what we've become, as opposed to what we could be, what we're capable of being.
(and yes, I was thinking this about halfway thru, not after reading this response to terry, and if I'm wrong, all the better. Now I have to read this gem again to figure it out, which I'll do anyway!)
(and yes, I was thinking this about halfway thru, not after reading this response to terry, and if I'm wrong, all the better. Now I have to read this gem again to figure it out, which I'll do anyway!)
Anonymous
24th Feb 2013 6:40am
Dark and beautiful! :)
Absolutely Flawless. I hope someday I'll be blessed with the ability to forge a poem that could compare to the shadow of this Masterpiece. Can't wait to read more!
