An Archer in the Emptiness

I was born under a summer night’s sky
Wrapped in the gossamer of heaven’s vault
I was raised in the fields of a kingdom untamed
Versed in the lore of the cosmos' might
Oh, how I long
For a solitude so pure
Free from the uproar
Of man’s loathsome song
Oh, how I long
For a slumber so true
Beyond the ceaseless din
Of man’s loathsome song
As a young man I’ve ventured far from youthful realm
Spellbound by the allure of a city never at peace
Here, in this obdurate heart, I’ve learned of suffering
And vowed to forsake it all; to roam the stars evermore
Oh, how I long
For a solitude so pure
Free from the uproar
Of man’s loathsome song
Oh, how I long
For a slumber so true
Beyond the ceaseless din
Of man’s loathsome song
Lead me to the archer’s hold
Where the curses reach no ear
I’d tether my dreams to the crescent of his bow
And hang my anathemas from the point of his arrow
Oh, how I long to breathe the same breath as the archer in the emptiness