Poet 6: Bill_Hartzia

Night of the Shaman

Drums thump
Feet pound
Stamping hard
On the ground;
Bodies writhe
Before the fire
White-hot flames
Climb ever higher.
And in the blaze
The spirit comes.

Drums thump
Brave men quail
The spirit comes
Huge and pale;
A shaman stands
Defies the beast
Magic howls
As it's unleashed.
And in the blaze
The spirit screams.

Drums thump
Hunters sway
Tomorrow's now
A fateful day;
The spirit rages
But it's caught
Hunter's know
The battle's fought.
And in the blaze
The spirit dies.

 

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