Rite Town

 

 

Rite is celebrated in honor 
of the newly born sparrows
Proud of the clans around
the route beneath the sea.

 

The least depressed before
the departure were the single ones.

Every year was someone missing.
They talk around the fire about things unspeakable.

 

Things capable of not letting they go back.

 

Early mornings frost the boats 

Turn the motors to avoid 

The frost in the pipes.
Boots secure. No turning back.

 

The gray air mixed up 

With the stone of the port, 

In 10 mn no creature could see, 

Even with output electronic 

Proper equipment.

 

The route was in front of all, 

At the deadly sea

Or at the unforgettable earth

Were demons prayed to unleashing powers 

With no name, just fear to remember.

 

 

Temperament and temperance 

Will tell the abyssal difference. 
Everyone hope for boats full of false cod 
And everyone looked up and ask for the best.

 

There was no best route to rite

The pathway was caught by Legion

A demon more extended than all sea fishes. 

No more history was ever heard about Rite Town.