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She shot only once, to unleash the hell

Of flaming arrows, on those who dwell

Upon the grounds, so sacred, pure

Now laid in ruins, and left obscure

To all who dreamt, of life, ideal

A vision of beauty, life surreal

Came crashing down, among the brave

Sending them, to an early grave

Abolishing demons, was their plight

Saving others, they dared to fight

Where once there stood, quite profound

Their paradise, burning, to the ground

A wasteland, on which the earth, now shook

One simple arrow, was all it took


Writing Prompt – Flaming Arrows – Day 10/30

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