Totems In the Darkend Sky
The story goes; there was a sacrifice in the graveyard hundreds of years ago.
A man had done wrong and tarnished the name of his own.
The woman would take no bribe.
So together they died.
Walking through the grave yard in the dead of the night.
Stepping on the corpse of the dead no longer alive.
Reading the names of those who died and were sacrificed.
Storm clouds rolling in blanketing the darkened sky.
Remembering the stories that were told
of the secrets the totem poles hold.
Will we ever know what the totem poles have to tell?
As we stand here in the middle of hell.
by Cory long
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