Artist's Description

Whoever can string my husband's old bow
And shoot through twelve axes cleanly
Will be the new king, sit down at the throne
And rule with me as his queen

Let the arrow fly
Once you know that your aim is true
'Cause I'd rather die
Than grow old without the best of you
Though I never thought
That these would be the lengths we go for love
I would not have it any other way

And though I never thought that it would end like this
Just know I'll be here
Waiting, waiting~