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Rated: 13+ · Other · Spiritual · #990053
A short poem about a Native American woman who's Spirit transforms into an Egret.
Fallen cedar ash
Upon bodies in a stash
My Spirit walking into the trench
Buffalo robes burning stench
My man lies dying
Without so much as sighing
Body painted in death hue
My warrior they slew!

Infernos burning like laughing masks
Finishing their final tasks
My Spirit burns with the fire
Village ransacked of its attire
Red-tailed Hawk next to me
The only one he can see
Golden eyes burn like the sun
My earthly body raped, bleeding and done.

Screams and yells of triumphant glee
Our enemies begin to flee
Into the yawning night
Hawk now my only sight
My Spirit begins to transform
Egret Woman so forlorn
Feathers of moonstone white
Hawk and I must take our Eternal flight

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