L'Nass Shango Poet Verse

The Spell

Now comes the time when the lilac blooms 
Call the hummingbird to suck 
Dancing on wind, the acrobat grooms 
The eye, the boy is out of luck 
For he cannot shoot this bird. The sling 
Falls like Icarus, melted by wonder 
Of the beautiful bird on magical wing. 
I came not to praise but to plunder, 
To find some mountain dove or quit 
To kill it and become a man doing it. 
But this was bird, mere game no longer 
This was my soul metamorphosed here. 
Bonding with its beauty I became stronger, 
And felt my ancient self walking air. 
\What was it in the doctor bird or flower 
What was it in the evening air 
What was it in the sun's last gasping hour 
What was it so sacred there? 
I felt my maroon senses telling me 
Not the bird, but beyond lies the enemy.

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