Golem

Born from the clay shaped by hands and stones, empty vessel Tall and majestic, neither flesh nor bones inside, cold statue Deep dark its eyes Hiding its pain behind the cold mask Path full of blood Searching its missing part, the Golem with no heart One single touch, magic comes from Shaman hands, the Golem rises Shortness of breath, the Golem grabs its creator's neck, blood start flowing Deep dark its eyes Hiding its pain behind the cold mask Path full of blood Searching its missing part, the Golem with no heart