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The Archer (Poem)


    The snow crunched beneath his feet.
     And he was breathing very heavily.
     His hooded cape wrapped itself
     around him.
     Providing him warmth.
     The hood covered his head.
     Shielding his eyes from the fallen
     His breath was creating a fog cloud
     in front of his face.
     A sudden noise made him stop.
     Looking around in the dark.
     All he could see is shadows.
     Lingering behind the trees in the
     Removing the hood off of his head,
     he scanned the forest.
     Slowly, he grabbed his bow and
     an arrow.
     Readying his stance.
     Ready to fight.
     He is a protector.
     Protector of the forest.
     For he is the archer.

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