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