About An Archer:

Dear Michael Francis,

I wonder if you know

How many tests you passed.

Take your fam'ly now, and go.

Flee with God's blessings,

For as hist'ry doth show,

The river in Flood City

Never stays low.

You fly away home!

I must linger behind,

Running through forests,

Half out of my mind.

There is one more creature

I'm hoping to find.

It's difficult, though,

For they say love is blind.

Now, when the ark's boarded,

I will not be found.

For this noble beast lies-

Struck to the ground.

A skilled archer's shot,

But he's nowhere around.

I lie, bleeding, and bleating.

Shall I be killed, or bound?

This extraordinary archer

So...cruelly took aim.

Accidentally, perhaps,

But fatal all the same.

The archer's a doctor,

Who may mend, or end the pain.

The only choice is his now,

And it's driving me insane.

I cannot rise alone.

I must resign myself to fate.

I will either perish here,

Or leave timely with my mate.

Yet, it seems he tarries.

I pray we will not be too late.

Truly dying of suspense,

We may both drown as I wait!

Oh, foolish man!

Can you not see

That the answer to your

Burning question is me?

Can you still not be sure?

Tell me what I must be!

I'll ford all of God's oceans

To set my love free!

Though, to be honest,

I fear not the waves.

For I'm part Italian eagle,

Part Celtic mermaid.

I can soar past these mountains,

And quickly away.

Or simply swim off singing-

Laughing and gay.

If you'll take my hand,

I've so much to show.

The World will be ours-

If you wish it so.

My poor pierced heart's victor,

Sheathe your arrows and bow!

Come to me, Love,

And away we will go!

'Till then, I am...

Your most forlorn,

Wounded, waiting...

Unicorn.