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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The ancient prophecy foretold so very long ago ... has finally arrived Coming swiftly on eagle wings The howling wind carries piercing night cries, as open iron claws fall from the mountain sky And the slumber days, shown many moons ago, has awakened death — cursed faces carved on the fallen totem poles So many, many moons ago, my careless people were told by the Almighty Spirit not to pray to their vain wooden idols, whom they worshiped in the forest groves A flood of tears would one day wash upon the shores, and bathe my people in the ashes of their burnt fallen totem poles Our unheeded shamans foretold of a white pestilence cleansing of the land, and our idol hearts would be broken Visions of rivers of blood from a snow-capped mountain would flow As foretold ... so many moons ago We should not have slaughtered the innocent of our enemies, whom we last fought ... giving them no mercy shown Now our wooden sins have revisited us, with the steady waves of pale crested sails, seen upon the new moon horizon shores This changing color of the evergreen leaves and red clay soil was foreseen so many moons ago And the fate of the ebony mane buffalo is the spirit path we now weepingly follow Yes, the fall of my prideful people was foretold, so many moons ago And I cover my bowed chieftain head with the ashes of the toppled totem poles
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