The Cherub and the Outlaw - An Original Song by Pantokrator Productions

The Cherub and the Outlaw

Beneath the oaks where moonlight bends
A silver bow meets wings again
A child with curls of golden flame
Spoke softly, Robin Hood’s your name
Robin laughed, low and slow
Plucked a feather from his bow
Forest law is all I know
Boy, your arrows glow too much to show
Love is blind but aim is true
Tell me which one conquers you
Heart or hand, fate or skill
Loose the string and test your will
Cupid sang in falsetto cries
Every king must love or die
Robin squinted, stroked his chin
I’ve met your work, it’s usually a sin
One arrow hummed with velvet sound
The other split the air around
Time bent strange, the forest sighed
A squirrel fainted, overcome with pride
Love is blind but aim is true
Feathered lies and outlaw views
Shoot the heart or split the seam
Nothing here is what it seems
I’ve turned the wise into fools of flame
The coldest heart cries out my name
Aye, but can your magic see
The difference ’tween desire and tea
Cupid loosed a rosy gleam
Robin dreamed a lovers’ dream
Then shook his head, drew tight the string
Shot the apple off Cupid’s wing
Cupid gasped, divine distress
Why do mortals still resist
Robin bowed with practiced grace
Because love’s better when it’s chased
Love is blind but aim is true
Both are mad and both pursue
Heart and hand, myth and man
Neither wins, that’s always planned
So they laughed beneath the stars that night
Shared some wine, debated right
Cupid left with Robin’s hat
Robin left confused by that
And still they say when arrows fly
Some are meant to miss, not try
For love and skill both lose their way
When three songs live inside the gray