Copper missiles

With my name
upon its copper tip
I plead in silence
pray with fervour
for a bad shot
a gust of wind-
for one final miracle
salvation
this is not how I wished it to be
in motion slow
I watch, eyes wide
and know that this is how it must end
no silent pleading
fervent prayer
bad shot
or wind to blow
the copper missile
with my name upon its
body length it's time
I shut my eyes
and my life flashes forth-
for all those I felled
without thought of consequence
it's my time to say goodbye-
yet will I leave
a void in time
a lasting memory?