Ol' Arrowman

Within the mist awakes a guard of yonder
O'er silver linen with beadless snow
Such times wherein crows bar the plagues
As piercing inwards borrow bow

While chasing light in bright of sight
Arrays endow the needless eye
Whiles of the nigh, a river flows
Cherry by brick, the faintest dye

Ol' Arrowman, thou knowest each bearded figtree
From which thee pluck thy oldest tongue
Smite with ace, these heathens of sailor's tale  
A day your triangle once more be young