The boy enters into the dark Cathedral
An ***** plays a melancholic nocturne
Calling up from the dark depths tendrils
The boys chest pulls and stomach churns
Down the dark church hallways he is pulled
Out an ornate door to a sepia  courtyard
In the center there stands a stone Bull
It creeks and crumbles as he enters the yard

"Let the first trial begin"

The beast it charges rippling with strength
The boy can hardly dodge it's advances
He quickly tires as his power fails at length
He succumbs to it as they take their stances
The Bull runs the boy through his back
Feeling the horn's vile splendorous horror
The boy is newly awakened by the attack
He falls forward to mourn in revel in gore
"The first trial now ends"
The Bulls lust now satisfied returns to sleep
The boy now reborn rises to his sore feet