True flies the wooden spear
tipped in a silver deadly tear.
Soon the tip will find it's spot
and a beating heart will stop.

Swiftly striking silver blade
does the task for which its made.
Targeted by the sharp sword
from rent flesh, blood is poured.

Once again they hit the mark,
True of path, with hidden spark
True the blow will always be
If you know more than you see.
For if you know it from the start
the blow will find the target's heart.

Leaving fast from the bow
far away the arrows go
Yet the arrows know their path
and will pierce with unseen wrath

Over the heads of our foes
rain fierce war hammer blows.
With a weapon that never dulls
mighty shots crush many skulls.

Once again they hit the mark,
True of path, with hidden spark
True the blow will always be
If you know more than you see.
For if you know it from the start
the blow will find the target's heart.

A sharp word evoking rage:
a written insult on the page
Both can taking a mighty toll
ripping deep through a soul.

High above on purple wings
of true aim the windling sings
Inspiring those who fight below
targeting elusive foes.

Once again they hit the mark,
True of path, with hidden spark
True the blow will always be
If you know more than you see.
For if you know it from the start
the blow will find the target's heart.