The tournament

The target stands in the distance.
A challenge to be conquered by all.
The archers take heir turns in reticence.
Their arrows flying, straight and tall.

The sun begins to set.
And the shadows grow long.
But the archers continue to shoot,
Their spirit and determination strong

The crowd watches in amazement.
As arrows hit the bullseye true.
Each archer takes their shot with grace
Their skill on display for all to view.

The tournament rages on.
With each archer giving their all.
Their focus stanch.
As they answer the challenge's call