Crimson Mark

An arrow shot my way.

It missed my heart,

By fraction of a seconds delay.

Not too sure where it hurt,

But blood all over lay.

My soul did not depart,

Red kept dripping on pathway,

Every time I clean it would restart.

Oozing out afresh for display,

My friend tried to interrupt.

Balm and bandage to wounds apply,

Seeping stopped a little abrupt.

Once more Am I with spirits gay.

Pouring my heart out

Not knowing for how long such spirits stay.

And then this stabbing start,

So they with my scars play,

Scratching at same part..