It's not done.
Once upon a time, in the Land of Nod
There was a boy who could not see.
Smitten with ash, and scorned by flame,
His world was melancholy.
Through forests of gray, and seas of red,
His soul was banished to roam,
East of Eden; this paradise lost,
Was where he would find home.
His vision, though lost, was not gone,
For the serpent was his eyes,
The world he once knew, lined with gold,
Now is forged with lies.
In his image, the new world grew,
Broken and grotesque,
Above all else, he would reign,
And the damned soon were blessed.
There was a boy who could not see.
Smitten with ash, and scorned by flame,
His world was melancholy.
Through forests of gray, and seas of red,
His soul was banished to roam,
East of Eden; this paradise lost,
Was where he would find home.
His vision, though lost, was not gone,
For the serpent was his eyes,
The world he once knew, lined with gold,
Now is forged with lies.
In his image, the new world grew,
Broken and grotesque,
Above all else, he would reign,
And the damned soon were blessed.