ARROW

The archer  found her mark

Tearing through his left thigh

The poisoned arrowhead stuck out

Proudly decorated with pieces of flesh

His legs wobbled

As bright red blood oozed freely

From his thigh unto the sands

He glared at his adversary

His blood curdled by what he saw

The lady had reached into her quiver

Drawn another arrow

And was aiming at his head

His legs gave way

And he fell to his knees

Just in time to hear the second arrow

Whiz by above his head

He heard the girl laugh

Sweet, melodious laughter

He loved her voice

His head was spinning

He had lost too much blood

Feeling groggy

He fell flat on the ground

The sand was warm and inviting

And nearby, he smelt blood

His blood

He heard footsteps

A blow to his head jolted his departing senses

Was it the sole of a boot?

He tried to open his eyes

He could see the girl

Peering into his face, smiling satisfactorily

Her face was beautiful

But her eyes were cold and merciless

His stomach churned in anger

Summoning his last drop of strength

He pulled out the arrow from his thigh

And swiftly buried it into his adversary's neck

His body quaked in rigor

As the poison started taking effect

But his mind was calm

And he tried to smile

The dying groans of the young girl

Made pleasant music

As their bodies were ferried

Across the sands of time

©Kelvin Alaneme, 2014. Follow on Twitter @dr_alams. 

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