Bow is Mightier

She stood atop the hill

a firm hand on the hilt

her breath withheld.


Their feet – echoes of distant thunder.

Their march – the beat of the Earth.


As they approached, she unsheathed her blade.

It was a weapon unlike anything he’d seen before.

As the setting sun caught the glitter of the hairs,

he realized it was no sword at all,

but the bow of a golden violin.


And in front of all his army,

she began to play.


Lindsey Stirling


3 Comments on “Bow is Mightier”

  1. cathatch1718 says:

    Very nice! I loved the symbolism!

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