I’ve got an arrow here;
Loving the hand that sent it,
I the dart revere.
Fell, they will say, in ‘skirmish’!
Vanquished, my soul will know,
By but a simple arrow
Sped by an archer’s bow.
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad for life, mad for talking, mad for poetry.
I’ve got an arrow here;
Loving the hand that sent it,
I the dart revere.
Fell, they will say, in ‘skirmish’!
Vanquished, my soul will know,
By but a simple arrow
Sped by an archer’s bow.