Swift as an arrow though art
Thy gazes and stares
Condemns infinity to part
Pray your aim is true
An your arrow finds its goal
Leave no trail of clue
Nay... Don't make the heart bleed
For time you'll read
As poetry
Love is a mystery
Humour is death
Happiness is heaven on earth
Oh thou that dream of light
Raise thy sight
Behold the Huntsman
Has won!