Departure - Golem

Salt smoke from a beach fire

And shadows under the pines

Solid, clean… fixed

Seagulls perched at the tip of land

The needle at the neck

The high-handed enemy

White upon green

And wind comes through the pines

To sway the shadows

The seagulls spread their wings

The power of the voice

A test of humanity

Death so swift, like the axe’s fall

Avoid the animal instincts

Repeat the old litany

Only the pure is to remain

Oh young boy, awake

Let this ordeal pass

Heading for new horizons

Taste the new experience

Doubts and questions, for time to reply

The myths of birth, denied by control

Possibilities, discussions

The obvious, the destiny

Oh young boy, awake

Let this ordeal pass

Heading for new horizons

Taste the new experience

And hear the wind

Blowing across the beach

See that the fire

Has scorched the seaweed