A Toxophile Creed of an Egypti

The toxophile's creed With every draw, I find my peace My arrow's path, my soul's release In archery's ancient, noble art I find my heart, my inner start My bow, an extension of my hand A channel for my focused stand Each shot, a test of will, and might A journey to the target's light The thrill of flight, the joy of aim A symphony that echoes fame In every shot, I find my voice A toxophile's choice, my heart's rejoice With each bullseye, I feel alive My spirit soars, my soul thrives In archery's realm, I am free A toxophile, wild and carefree.