The Perfect English Rose~

Diana aims her bow as bait,
an arrow knocking at the joint. She's loosened up to shoot it straight,
these archers won't disappoint;

Her stance and finger placement set,
the bow hand pressure on the line. She stretches the arm and won't forget,
an anchoring of chin and twine;

She searches secret shadowed signs of lore, for figures,
feathered peacocks and fox pride. The eagles rise above and sentience soars, as herds of reindeer run aligned in stride;

These Creatures cloak in cautionary light,
She searches secret, shadowed signs of lore.
Celestial beams share signals at midnight,
which aid clairvoyant culture to explore.