I
I stand alone beneath the shadow,
My heart is heavy, like a crossbow,
Silent tears begin to overflow,
In pain and loss, I’m left to grow
The night is dark, the winds do blow,
Whispers echo from long ago,
Memories sharp, like arrows throw,
Wounds that time will never slow
I load my soul with silent woe,
A burden only I can know,
Through broken dreams and ebbing glow,
I face the fight, no place to go.
Yet hope remains, a fragile glow,
Beyond the pain, the crossbow’s bow,
I’ll find my way, though slow and low,
To heal the scars and let tears flow.
II
My hands grow numb, the cold winds blow,
No strength to fight, no light to show,
I drop the bow, let silence grow,
The end is near - I feel it so.
I cast aside my crossbow's frame,
No war to win, no one to blame,
Just hollow breath and fading name,
And one last thought - a sparkless flame.
No cries remain, just quiet snow,
I close my eyes and let it go,
A final breath, a final blow,
And down I fall, so cold and slow.
Now earth shall keep what sky won’t know,
A soul once strong brought far too low,
A silent grave, no sound, no show -
Where once stood one with a crossbow.