Day Five

Today's words:
arrow
architect
immigrant
creature
eating
paradise

Thwack! The arrow

Hit the center of the target. The Queen's architect

Smiled, remembering himself as an immigrant

Just a few years ago. Truly a wretched creature

Then, who would have thought that today he'd be eating

Pomegranates with royaly in this earthly paradise?

Although his life was far from the paradise

He'd imagined as he used his skills with the arrow

For more mundane purposes, like eating.

But his ambition was an architect,

Telling him he was more than a poor creature

And filthy immigrant.

That's how some still called him at Court - the Immigrant,

Although never in front of the Queen. She truly lived in paradise

Knowing that every creature

In the land blessed her daily, lest an arrow

Transform itself into an architect

Of death, its steely head eating

Any possible disloyalty, eating

Even any doubt that a poor immigrant

Might feel. The Queen's architect

Knew better. He wasn't going to fall from paradise

Even as he let fly another arrow

Taking down one more innocent creature.

By now he was far too used to creature

Comforts, to eating

Delicate meats, brought down with the arrow

Of one or another of the itinerant immigrant

Hunters who came to this paradise

To get a glimpse of the Royal architect.

"Did you see him?" they'd ask, "The architect?

"They say he was once a miserable creature

"Like us, but now he lives in the paradise

"Of the Queen's favor, even eating

"His meals in her company. Proof that an immigrant

"Can pierce a Royal heart with his arrow."

And as evening fell, the architect and the Queen, eating

The flesh of a just-slain creature, failed to see the immigrant

Sneaking into paradise, drawing back his arrow.