he was left in peace

two years passed

one of the villagers
walking along the shore
approached him
saw his one eye
and fled

more rumors grew

at night

one eye

lay in the sand dunes gazing at the stars
listening to the music
and the waves
accompanying it

by day he heard bird songs
watched the bees
enter the round soft intrusions of the flowers
saw the crops grow and flourish
the goats procreate
and he grew lonely

he knew it would soon be time to leave
but didn't know to what or from what

so he fashioned a sword on the anvil
from his father's steel
and a great shield
with an image of an eye at its centre

the blows rattled the earth
and echoed into the furthest regions of the universe.

one eye was ready