Stiffen the sinews
summon up the blood...
like greyhounds in the slips .
The game's afoot: Follow your spirit, and upon this charge:
The game's afoot: Follow your spirit, and upon this charge:
Cry 'God for Harry, England, and Saint George!'
The archer still stands, poised and ready... a quiet prayer to a listening heaven, looking around at surroundings which will never be the same, what is almost not to be again, forever... keeping an eye on the target, no quiver nor regret, she waits with one finger up and three fingers down cradling the future...
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