The Night I Shot Cupid
I laid waiting in the darkness
and targeted my prey
with a swift move of my bow
It shot straight as a sunray.
I pierced Cupid's wing
His cry a beautiful sound
He struggled in the air
as he fell to the ground
Under a lover's night
stars did light the sky
I bent over Cupid
and I asked him "Why?"
With each heave of my chest
my heart and soul grew bolder
I pointed at his heart
with another swift move of my shoulder.
I just heard him sigh
He looked tired and worn
but I just stood there pointing
To me Love was just a thorn.
He said I know your thorns
Thy valley of discontent
Wait patient, Tis not your time
For your Love has not been sent.
But once again I shot
It went straight through his heart
He did not deserve my mercy
for he always left me thirsty.
At once the night grew silent
The night no longer loving
storms gathered in
as Cupid lay there dying.
In an instant I knew pain
for there was no love left to gain
So I set out for a cure
but Hope was nowhere near.
So I walked in Cupid's footsteps
I retraced his every move
I saw valleys of despair
grew green for Love did soothe.
I wept at what I did
for Love escaped my heart
I didn't know how to feel
for Cupid's pain was art.
At last I did find Hope
tending to lost sheep
She was so beautifully crowned
and in her arms I did weep.
She said do not fright my dear
for Love does not die
you do not have to fear
As long as I am alive.
So comforting were her words
as I wandered to the spot
I looked for Cupid's body
with the arrows I had shot.
But he just sat there waiting
proud of his latest deed
A lover torn by heartache
Found Hope at last indeed.
and targeted my prey
with a swift move of my bow
It shot straight as a sunray.
I pierced Cupid's wing
His cry a beautiful sound
He struggled in the air
as he fell to the ground
Under a lover's night
stars did light the sky
I bent over Cupid
and I asked him "Why?"
With each heave of my chest
my heart and soul grew bolder
I pointed at his heart
with another swift move of my shoulder.
I just heard him sigh
He looked tired and worn
but I just stood there pointing
To me Love was just a thorn.
He said I know your thorns
Thy valley of discontent
Wait patient, Tis not your time
For your Love has not been sent.
But once again I shot
It went straight through his heart
He did not deserve my mercy
for he always left me thirsty.
At once the night grew silent
The night no longer loving
storms gathered in
as Cupid lay there dying.
In an instant I knew pain
for there was no love left to gain
So I set out for a cure
but Hope was nowhere near.
So I walked in Cupid's footsteps
I retraced his every move
I saw valleys of despair
grew green for Love did soothe.
I wept at what I did
for Love escaped my heart
I didn't know how to feel
for Cupid's pain was art.
At last I did find Hope
tending to lost sheep
She was so beautifully crowned
and in her arms I did weep.
She said do not fright my dear
for Love does not die
you do not have to fear
As long as I am alive.
So comforting were her words
as I wandered to the spot
I looked for Cupid's body
with the arrows I had shot.
But he just sat there waiting
proud of his latest deed
A lover torn by heartache
Found Hope at last indeed.
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