Grow strong
and learn to fly
Do not for an instant

consider
the circling death above
nor the slithering one

below

Soar and bask

in your youth
Many and vile
are the pains on your path


Blacksmith of fortune and fate,
a cunning trickster,

brings down the hammer
with unexeeded might
Mad and blind

(Will you be crushed?)

Better not ponder

Follow the footprints
Do not worry,
you will always be caught

if you fall...
(...won't you?)


Half-chance is life
and though the arrows
missed you so far,

your body remembers
how to squirm,
and your heart

how to bleed