Turin's Tortured Beleg Poems: 3. Bow

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3. Bow

He draws the fletching to his cheek and waits.
The fingers do not twitch, nor elbow tremble.
Cuthalion he is called not for naught.
He waits now for his target to draw nigh.


*Cuthalion means Strongbow.

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Story Information

Author: Victoria

Status: General

Completion: Complete

Era: 1st Age

Genre: Poetry

Rating: General

Last Updated: 03/17/03

Original Post: 03/17/03

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