final weeks,
final hours,
final minuets,
final seconds,

a term comes to an end
just beyond the horizon
a new one begins...

a moment in static time, passes in shock of horror.
the unnatural waves in a heart beat,
rip the fabric,
as energy dissipates into a climax of opposite and opposition.

I defend at my own peril
amassed arrows let loose like grey hounds on game
spinning, twisting, burrowing into unprotected flesh
my almost lifeless replies spur them on into a frenzy

they squabble like dogs amongst a bone
i relish the breather
the gasp of air reminding this drained body,
it was once whole

weariness, i cross a thin line of aliance, ancient
traps ignite into an explosive crecendo
traps the calm
traps my own

the irony; they called me the archer...
the day ends
another begins...