Originally posted by: lashy
The archer was about to leap high over a rock by the cliff's edge
His target was a brute, a good distance beneath the ledge
Elements unforgiving surrounded him aplenty
But fighting against dread darkness and difficulty, he counted to twenty
Experience taught him to adjust aim
The wind and worries he aspired to tame
So, waiting for the right moment, he let his weapon go. TWANGGG!
His men waited with bated breath, unaware if a victory song would be sang!
But the brute was hit, a piercing howl of pain echoed
'Mashallah!' five edgy beats later, cries of relief flowed
The Ustaad and his weapon were one - little did they know
His arrow would land precisely wherever he wanted it to go!