Archer

She lifted her head to the chilly night, along with her stunning polished cherry wood bow, which shined in the light of the moon. She saw movement as a young deer lifted it's head from grazing, lazily blinking as she aimed her single arrow towards the creature. Alas, it was too late as the deer found her meaning with the arrow, and it hit him with his thoughts. She gathered her beloved dead one, looked at the glassy, unblinking eyes in the body she was holding, still warm with pain. She saw his collarbone, glistening with the beautiful sign of death. She heard a wolf how in the distance; a sign that the morning was finally touching the tips of the sky's fingers. She disappeared as the dark morning swallowed her.