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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 © | Year Posted 2017




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