There was once a child

Whose dream was to

Become an archer

And to hit every target 

He finds. 

 

Running like an arrow,

He would climb along

The mountainous hills

And carry the bow and arrow

On his shoulder. 

 

As he reaches the mountain top,

He sees, 

A wonderous landscape that is

His world, with trees

That sing a song of harmony. 

 

But the child wants to 

Experiment with his arrows,

So he practices his archery,

Lighting the tips of the arrows

With a match. 

 

As he aims for his target,

The trees warn him, plead for

Him to put the arrow down,

But his experiment has lit up 

His moth-like eyes. 

 

So, reaching for the bow,

He aims, 

And he misses his target,

As his arrows hits a bullseye

On the trees that scream and gnash of the teeth. 

 

It is then that he goes

Into the light, 

And in disbelief,

He plays the child barren Rebecca

And laughs. 

 

But Nature fumes,

And He takes out His rod,

Hitting him in between the eyes,

And the scales fall off so that

He's no longer blinded. 

 

Running like an arrow,

He rushes to the forest's aid,

Hoping to salvage at least one

Living and breathing branch

To ask for forgiveness for

 

But the fire opens its mouth

And swallows the child whole

And the smoke of the Serpent

Surrounds the child's bones,

As he plays the role of Nature.

 

And the Serpent commands the bones

To come to life, with his soul

Gouging out the child's eyeballs

So that he could make room for his eyes,

And fulfill his dream of aiming for targets 

With his flaming arrows.