The Longbow
Master's fingers curl slowly, and rest round the strength of her neck, and sweat of her breast.Powerful arms flex, her Master pulls gently, her lover, her Rani, her Rex. Swaying at first, unsteadyshe is vexed,yet felled, on bent knee. Master holds her, facing her fear. Toward fire and bale, her sight fixes like the spear, to the eye of the whale. The strain upon her body like steel, her hands bend in prayer, not whisperin...