Ravenwolfvoyage
02-17-2004, 08:00 PM
A tribal winter before a peaceful snow spell
Buffalo on the plains huddled in the masses
Falling feathers from heavens sky dwell
On the land shadowing flakes upon its grasses
A tranquil peace fills the Cherokee village
As children search for wood to feed the fires pillage
A quiet meadow ice capped in crystal serene
Lay ghostly still before the blue dusk dream
The vision dissipates before me to the awakening morning sun
Before the trembling tremor of the charging buffalos at run
I cast might sight through my window before the charging pledge
But I see no buffalo through the second story window ledge
I see a village of concrete riddled caves
And goliath steeds with men inside its cage
I cannot hear the wolf’s peak howl
I instead hear sirens amidst smoke stacked clouds
I see no tribal masses gathered to pray for a blessed day
Just a people in fear locked behind rocks of sand and clay.
It empties my heart to see that there was no feather of peace
And that the Cherokee village is now gone along with the sacred beast
Buffalo on the plains huddled in the masses
Falling feathers from heavens sky dwell
On the land shadowing flakes upon its grasses
A tranquil peace fills the Cherokee village
As children search for wood to feed the fires pillage
A quiet meadow ice capped in crystal serene
Lay ghostly still before the blue dusk dream
The vision dissipates before me to the awakening morning sun
Before the trembling tremor of the charging buffalos at run
I cast might sight through my window before the charging pledge
But I see no buffalo through the second story window ledge
I see a village of concrete riddled caves
And goliath steeds with men inside its cage
I cannot hear the wolf’s peak howl
I instead hear sirens amidst smoke stacked clouds
I see no tribal masses gathered to pray for a blessed day
Just a people in fear locked behind rocks of sand and clay.
It empties my heart to see that there was no feather of peace
And that the Cherokee village is now gone along with the sacred beast