William's Apple

I am William’s Apple Round and Red

I Sit Upon His Young Son’s Head

I Ponder and Think About my Life

And Wish that I was Cut into with A Knife

Will Goes to His Son to Say “Don’t be Shy”

I Only Wish He had Greeted me With A Goodbye

He Now Goes to His Bow and Takes a Gulp

I Know His Arrow will Rip Me to A Pulp

Will Now Stands There in All His Glittering Glory

But Nobody’s Going to Tell My Story

He Knocks His Arrow into the String

And Releases it with A Mighty “Fwing”

The Arrow Comes at Me Fine and Straight

But Even Now I Know it’s Too Late

The Piercing Pain Hits Me like A Raging Boar

As the Arrow Travels Farther into My Core

It Hits My Seeds like the Sharpest Dart

If Only I Had a Beating Heart

Finally the Arrow Reaches My Soul

Now There is Just a Big Gaping Hole