A boy writes his words, ever the student
His pen traces the curves diligently.
Knowing not the pains of the outside world
He wishes to learn, with childish glee.
But the spirits had designs for him yet
They agreed his pure, fun world would shatter.
For spirits do not understand mortals
That he was a child did not matter.
From above an owl descends on him
Its target, its prey, chosen, defenseless,
And digs talons into his whole being
Body in agony, mind left senseless.
His existence turned to blazing fire
Body torn apart, yet still remains whole
It lasted a moment, just one moment
But it left its mark, made clear what it stole.
Mother Nature abused her poor child
And Father Time would only make it worse
The boy found no comfort, scarred evermore
A youth's soul tarnished, a blessing turned curse.
The child, now a man, finds no solace
He can't make peace with the owl within.
So to finally end his suffering
He decided a journey must begin.
First, a witch, lurking nearby,