Ranger

By: Jackie Almasy

Arrow from quiver

Makes the weary shiver

Notch to string

Hold tight to not fling

Pull back with all your might

Prepared to start the fight

The eyes narrow

No time to wallow

Bow glistens in the sun

The body itches to run

Fear versus loyalty

Without honor, what would life be?

Determination glistening in eyes

Within these, there will be no lies

One, two, and three

Let go, be free

Arrow released, time to a halt

At the strike, I will be at fault

Far off a body falls

'Thank the Gods wills…'

And so on their way

Looking for more targets, more prey

That is it for this series of poems. Been a pleasure writing poems about the fun jobs of Final Fantasy XI but its time to move on to a more series story! More info in "Authors Notes"