By The Feathers of Mercury

The featherless Arrow leaves the Bow,
With a deafening, thunderous twang.
A seemingly straight arc without a fro,
Where it lands should craft a bang.

Tremble and shake as the Arrow flies,
As the Arrow is featherless as it is,
Even while soaring amidst the great blue skies,
Should the featherless Arrow spin to a miss.

Now Graced by the feathers of Mercury,
The flight of the Arrow takes a new womb.
Now Touched by the lessons of His story,
The feathered Arrow is lead stray from the tomb.