Silver Arrow

I am a proud sight

As I soar through the sky.

Beginning my flight

Fully laden am I.

The dawn light

Brightly shines, reflected.

But at a still small height,

I am abducted.

I am told now where to go.

I receive new orders:

I am to travel low.

I move over calm waters.

Ahead lies a city,

Just starting to wake.

My master feels the immensity

As I start to shake.

Faster and faster I fly,

Tall buildings loom.

No matter that I try

I am approaching my doom.

My course is set,

I enter my final turn.

There is the famous target

About to burn.

I can't stop now.

I must apologise,

But don't know how.

So close now I see the fear in their eyes.

The arrow is not to blame.

It just carried the message.

And even while the building was aflame

History wrote a new page.

A/N: A bit late I suppose, but I was freshly inspired by a line I read in someone else's poem. It gave me an idea I had to get down as we approach the second anniversary (I write this on 9/2 – or 2/9 for any British readers…), and in a way the last part reflects the events of this year.

This is my first poem (except Haikus) since school, so constructive criticism appreciated.