THE MOUNTAIN OF KOZINKO

In the mountain of Kozinko lived the spirit.
He ate his way trough the river and the mountain.
He ate for a thousand years, never to be satisfied.
The people gave alms to the hungry being for they feared his excistence.
Should he not eat he may eat our village.
The valley found an equibilirium after a hunderd thousand years.
The spirit ate and the valley gave.
Men sought wisdom and traded it for food.
The spirit ate and never changed his mood.
The city grow and became a reich.
The spirit growed and created the sleich.
No men knew what hungered the beast.
For it was not to be satisfied for a hunderd years at least.
A monk came 30 years old.
Not a single alm he gave, he was bold.
The spirit laughed and asked he wanted to be dead.
With one swallow I can eat your head.
The monk sat down and asked the beast.
Are you still hungry, spirit of the east.
I am hunger and I shall never go.
Only dead may fill my belly before I go.
The monk sat down and bowed his head.
I will give you my alm, but you will be dead.
The monk spoke but didnt say a word.
The beast became sillent and understood his world.
His hunger disapeared and the time past by.
The monk said his final word and said goodby.
The beast shook and feared his gift.
His hunger was no more after a hunderd thousand year drift.
At that moment his hunger came back.
He feeded himself and rubbed his neck.
The monk had given him a way the feed for al time.
The spirit returned in a world truly sublime.