Hemlocked Heart

When vengeance met duty I drew back my bow
In hushed desperate for beauty, for rhythm and flow.
Made acutely aware of wind’s song in storm clouds
I craved reckless and joyful, I chanted wisdom out loud.

The first note I heard my heart knew I was stuck,
Plucked, putrid and pouting, death wasn’t enough.
To light up the fresh sky with more than a flash
I’d wanted, I’d waited, consumed by folly of my past.

I listened to music, the first time as my stings
That once shot arrow bloody and unseen,
Now echoed through caverns the pure love of day
I knew then that beauty was in life finding a way.