The Archer

Aim high, young archer

Unsheath your bow

Unto the heavens, defy

Your arrows plenty

And your crest displayed 

Walk steady, assured and comprised

Hold up your head

And see those you love;

They're calling your name in the crowd

No monster or foe

Is bigger than you 

The screams of the many grow loud

Your stance is well practiced

Your string is held taught

You fire; the arrowhead screams

See how the weapon

Has found its intent

Piercing the air without wings

Be strong, young archer

For your time has come

Shout your name proudly on high

By your heart's beat 

Raise boldly your bow 

And split the cerulean sky