Belakor - By Moon and Star - GTP табы

Fifteen times the leaves had shorn,
 Trod by boy and beast
 Kith and kin to fare him well
 The youngling parted east

 The rite was whet and worn with time,
 As sons dared risk unseen
 Mere passage had convinced the herd
 And none defied routine

 Eyes, fixed afar - a trial to come
 Now, his suffering - only begun

 He journeyed deep into the woods,
 And took no drink or food
 Desperate to become a man,
 'Fore stupor choked his mood

 Carrion gloated at each step,
 In dreams the evil milled
 Doubting every sickened thought
 Depraved against his will

 Eyes, turn inwards - observe with hate
 Now, this suffering - will not abate

 Growing weakness in his gait
 He slumped beneath the sun
 Each bleeding foot began to weep
 Skin and bone was one

 Rousing with a fitful gasp
 He crawled on tattered knees
 And bound for home by moon and star
 His trial was complete

 Staggers carried him to town
 His joy was soon to shed
 Kith and kin would greet him not
 For each one was dead

 The sixteenth leaves began to fall
 Indifferent, they withstood
 Now, a man with nothing left
 He turned back for the woods