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Maid of the Mist

Living on the mighty Niagara,					
the Ongiaras dwelled in peace
but the village members were perishing
at the will of an unknown beast

They gathered fruits and fresh killed game,	
and sacrificed to the God of Thunder
but all was refused so a maiden was chosen
to calm this raging wonder.						
	

Lovely Lelawala the chiefs only child,
her hair wrapped in baby’s breath,
in a doeskin robe she stood at the falls
plunged in and fell to her death

The Thunder Gods’ son caught the maiden
and awestruck by her charm,
she promised she’d give herself to him 
if he’d  save her people from harm.

He told her a tale  of a giant snake,
that lived in the river bed,
it poisoned the Indian village  at night
and then devoured the dead.

So the Indian brave killed the serpent
and Lelawala promised to care
 and always protect the raging falls
and all who ventured there..

Chandeliers of water cascading down
in it‘s splendor, harbors this,
the spirit of lovely Lelawala
Niagara Falls “Maid of the Mist”.

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