When his arrows flew:
Clouds wet their pants,
earthquakes found their mirrors,
oceans found their scissors,
and fires- their metal wings.
Lifeless beings discovered
their vestigial heart,
and how their whole body,
however big or strong,
crumbles to nothing,
when that spot is hit.
Dragonflies at a mile, found
they weren't invisible
and gods above found
they weren't invincible.
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