The archers stood their ground, deeply aware
Their heads bowed, to breathe and prepare.
Then up came the bows, arrows nocked and ready
Eyes fixed on the target, heads and hearts steady.
From afar it would seem no strain at all
The archers standing, ready, at call.
The bows bent, the archers power stored
The strings loosed and arrows soared.
Far below on the valley floor
An ancient enemy at the south door.
The arrows arced and soon would find
Sheild, horse, and soldier all in kind.
The arrows began their long decent
Where archers with skill had loosed and sent.
Whistling defeat, fear gripping all
The defenders stood proud, ready to fall.
Red or gold the goal this round
The arrow landing, the line between it found
No ancient enemy this day to defeat
But inner goals, self set, to meet.
A long proud history of love and lore
Of many dead on the valley's green floor.
Archers standing proud and tall
On any day welcoming the King's call.
