Arrowhead

Beware, oh sweet children,
The time of death has come ;
It won’t take all yet some
Will cast away the pen.

Beware, oh sweet lovers,
The time of pain is here ;
It won’t take all you fear,
Will you find your covers?

Forgive me oh sweet rain,
And wash away the stain :
The blood of all my kills.

Forgive me oh sweet wind,
And take me for I sinned :
My blood the arrow spills.

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