Poetry and Photography by WT Davies
When Arrows Fly

When Arrows Fly

Does the winged spirit come
with wisdom, ignorance or death?
Have we passed through
this time
when arrows fly
I think never could it be!

In battles won or lost
will always be the bittersweet
And in the warrior’s heart
a tear for both the strong and weak 
for he or she having seen
glimpses from both sides
must walk the line
until the time
when arrows fly again