Archer

I am an archer of aim, purpose
I short nine sunbirds, leaving the sole Son
And clairvoyant I see all on the earth is
Path, Destination, races on roads run
Congruent with fate, this is my power
I prognosticate, hawkeye of God's sight
In tune with greatness, heartstrings sing for hours
Predict, Predicate that, path of souls flight
Extended on sands the hourglass passes time
Past, a present, now knows past future's shroud
Portend as the hands, time's grains in my mind
Passed a present, down heirlooms sown aloud
Divine archer, my bow imbued by Apollo
War machine, Eros's arrow, dragon bones

The tools of my trade, faithful holy arrow
Bow down recurved ivory alabaster harp
Duels with arrow blades, leaks bones of marrow
Now, down, but serve purpose pastor of art
Crossbow sound barriers break, music is made
Fletched by the bowyer, the missile dynamic
Fetch within quiver and fire enchanted
Deliver my thesis on the string theory
Arbolest the pest, clean the hornets from the nest
Quiver, ne'er dost me, his brings blood clearly
All the rest distressed at death's rain from crow's nest
Compound I compound and confound with calm found
In compounds founded to bring great walls down

Meticulous and melifluosly
Aim, accretion of aspiration
Makes missiles make its mark more markedly
Arrows, achieve assigned aspirations
River by river, redoubled the risk
Killing and killing, cool calm and collected
Riots and racous, resisted the risk
Killing and cutting, on come rejected
Swiftly suffering, swifter still surprise
Meticulous and melifluous\
swiftly sundering, swift the still shaft sighs
Missiles markedly maledictionless
Errorless like eagles egress effortless
No, we never miss the mark, Nemesis