Is in the taunt string and the bow
Sitting quietly with anticipation
Between recognition and the know
The strength of the aim
The tremble of love arrows flow

The Art of Death
Is in the curve of the wood
The polish of the shine
Intent accepted and understood

Five fingers taunt
The power of man
A deep breath
The release from cold hands

An unsuspecting quarry was struck
Continuous practice of a cynical eye
Dull emotions of satisfaction
Fleeting moments of regret
A small sigh

The Art of Death
Is in the taunt string and the bow
Waiting quietly
Between the recognition and the know

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