Firefly
Deep within the forest glade, that's where the big bucks lie
The canopy is heavy there, it covers up the sky
In gloomy shadows void of light, nothing's very clear
especially the outline, of the ghostly whitetail deer
But when you send your arrow, upon it's deadly flight
you'll know it's path through the gloom, by fletching showing bright
Like it's namesake, it's clear to see, like a beacon in the sky
This arrow is the hunters friend, it's called the Firefly

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