Twin Castle's

I have a sliver of hope on the end of my finger,
but I am afraid to pull it out.

I am an arrow in the archers pouch,
but I quiver at making contact with the bulls eye.

I charter a fairy to a enchanted realm,
but I fear the fish at the end of my reel.

I face a rouged obstacle course,
yet I don't know how to route my willed forces to complete it.

By day, my castles lands holds the brightest of sights,

but I worry about the quake from the darkness of knights.

I know my fate, but bound by destiny I struggle to find meaning.