The Archer's Assistant

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
theres always someone working tirelessly in the background.

Submitted: August 18, 2017

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The Archer's Assistant

I pick one up, an arrow,

my job to make it sharp.

Why couldn't it be glasswork,

or fixing a harp?

 

I press it against the stone,

precision intense.

I work my hardest,

I spare no expense.

 

Sparks are the norm,

dancing in the air.

For a tip so sharp,

it could split a hair.

 

He comes by to inspect,

the maestro of bow and arrow.

He likes his edges clean,

undeniably narrow.

 

I finish in record time,

my work is the best.

Just ask him,

he can attest.

 

He's walking around,

getting ready for the show.

He needs to be at his best,

this, everyone does now.

 

I fill the quiver,

with his custom arrows.

The nervousness causes torment,

I call them harrows.

 

He takes it by its strap,

throws it over his shoulder.

His face is stone like,

emotionless like a boulder.

 

I am the reason,

his golden key.

The archers assistant,

no one's better than me.


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