The Wanderer and His Fire-Wood

i have taken this hunting escapade to the rarest of forests even to fourth road junction near the red-carpet streams where sages of the clan told the hunch-backed crocodile dwells - i have come across the famous thorny paths across ntembe river near the ancient torn huts where the old weird nnakoroche dwelt before the world went to the first of the two wars - is it only squirrels that find access to the hunter's bag? is it only monkeys that jumped across the trees that brim the forests of these natives? i have also stumbled near the hidden treasury of the moon with night angels eavesdropping and tracing my footsteps - & heavy droplets of tears like some drumming rain-droplets followed the wanderer's steps across the crisscrossing of lands, rivers, seas & mounts but the fire-wood refused to be gathered & taken home