Luyện nghe bài hát By Moon And Star

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

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

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

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

Carrion at each step,
In the evil milled
Doubting every thought
Depraved his will
Eyes, turn inwards - observe with
Now, this - will not abate

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

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

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

The sixteenth leaves began to
Indifferent, withstood
Now, a man with nothing
He turned for the wood