In star-stitched skies where fiery hunters reign,
Poised with arrows, taking starlit aim
At horizons well past where most feet stray—
Seeking adventures in realms faraway.
He dances through nebulae brightly swirling,
His trotting hooves wild rhythms unfurling
Of ageless tales where fierce hope burns,
Lighting paths where timeless courage returns.
Even in darkness his blazing spirit finds road,
A wanderer boundless, by no reigns slowed—
Through weathered visions and uncounted storms,
His stride carries on sturdy and warm.
In the quiet dome of the night profoundly deep,
The Archer’s uncharted domains stretch steep—
He roams those bejeweled galaxies beaming,
Seeking the wisdom of ancients gleaming.
To fellow sojourners, the comfort of grace he affords,
And to rising spirits, his bright torch awards—
In the stars’ dim code, promises glint biding
Of insight waiting for the bold striding.