The arrows would miss the Finn
And would let go a silent prayer,
Loud enough to echo thunder
For neither the wolf nor the nature, but the bulls
...
And fell the withered Autumn leaf
The last one, the once blissful
The remnants..
Edifying the world
...
Tired,
Ran the wheel of her progress
For the brains that let it run
Never turned back
...
Retrospection
The arrows would miss the Finn
And would let go a silent prayer,
Loud enough to echo thunder
For neither the wolf nor the nature, but the bulls
Would want a silver war
Again.
And that was eons ago..
Atleast it seems.