Once upon a dark dream
The beautiful obsidian butterfly A kachina doll Given to a young native girl, by the eldest women in the tribe, Along with the stories, that passed down through generations How the lullabies and butterflies bring dreams to children And if you stare, at a butterfly to long you will fall asleep The fire just a soft amber glow and the young girl Snug in the bear cloth closes her eyes, As the black butterfly flutters in her mind Slowly the changeling dances into a lovely butterfly girl Softly gently beckons her to follow Arising the young girl follows her smoky hair, Through the top of tipi onto a limb of a great tree The black butterfly with back turned says, Little girl Things are not always what they seem Turning again toward the girl No longer the playful doll but a black skeletal face of an old woman A toothy grin and claws like a panther, with great batwings The young girl lies cold by the stones It was not a dream
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2017
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