Spirit & Decline

Hushed among the bells

The arrow struck your shoulder

Forced to the ground

With the shredded pulp

Of red apples

And you're near

Your hands are touching hands

And you're near

The violence swells with its song

I am starting to lose focus

The distance in decline (decline, decline)

While I'm watching your spirit rise, rise

Watched for the point

When you'd wake from it

With the sun against your back