Dead Deer

It pierced right through me
The archers arrow
A pang of pain
A sloo of blood

It sent me running
I kicked and stumbled
Bashed my face off rocks
My knees buckled, locked

As I lay for the last time
By a stream so cold
I remember the stories
I had been told

The man who wounds you
Will wait for you to fall
Find you, slit your throat
And dress the field of your entrails

A ruby red will spill
Drip from leaves and his sleeves
And in this moment
Your new found pain will know peace

So here I cough
Here I spat up blood
Waiting for death
Like a long absent loved one

As the hours inched aside
The days crept in
Creatures ate at me
Like a secret or sin

Lacking the life
To fight them off
So here I die
Here I rot

My lips decay
My nose dry of snot
My eyes may hollow
But my heart shall not