Fire Dance

“Fire Dance” A cool wind blows from the North. The wisdom of the mountains high have said, “This winter will be fierce!” But I’m afraid we are no longer fierce. Our strength left with the herds and our feet failed to keep beat. Our price is our doom? The old? The young? Only the strong will live. We of the old ways will rise up with the ash. And today the fire grows strong, the heat radiates off the faces, and we sway in song. As leader, I appeal for hope. “Decide oh great ones that we, who are your children, who live under your guidance, will follow you as we always have. Our struggle builds our muscle, our strength is infallible. We, your children, Are capable!” But death comes this night from the beak of a bird “Cacaw, cacaaaaaaw!” And the beating of hooves...