There was once a loner

Who had a shiny casket,

And his hut was near a market,

And there, he frequently went.

There, the most wondrous sight

Was the shop of the great Samaritan jeweller.

His profound name and great taste in gems

Bewildered the people in a shock of amazement.

The magic he possessed

Mesmerized the world.

His dexterous artwork

Was truly magnificent.

But imperfection hit him hard—

He had problems.

Problems that made many look away,

While others shuddered and panicked.

That man had a wrath upon him,

As he struggled to keep calm.

He had to use his fist

To keep the practice up—

That stiff arm.

One day, he beat a lonely bird,

Which flew in

And sat on his favorite talisman.

A ferocious blow over the wings

Made it fall from the desk...

To the shiny casket below.

It twitched in pain—

The sweet little creature.

And cursed in soft chirps,

Flapped in agony, and took its last.

The sound of a gong startled the scene,

But looking below, the bird was nowhere to be seen.

His favorite talisman had turned to ashes.

To his shock, the outside stall vanished,

And the casket fell to the ground.

He knew what had happened.

So he rushed to see his home—

Only to realize

It had transfigured into a straw hut.

His hands started to twitch,

That twitch turned into a tremble, which would last forever.

He realized he had lost his gift—

And lost his head.

He shrieked and burned the whole village down.

He stabbed the gentle folks,

Choked and suffocated the newborns to death

Until he was the one and all.

Now he stood there in the market, alone.

There, the most wondrous sight

Was the shop of the great Samaritan jeweller.

But his profound name

Always kept the traders and merchants away.

And there he was, a loner,

Who had a shiny casket,

And his hut was near the market,

And there, only he frequently went.