Behind shadows of a hooded crow
purple Pleaidean chants in
subterranean darkness.

From sunlight, eye is sheilded
in a sky with no color
in a wind with no sound.

Life from a gilded age is forgotten.

An emerald
jeweler of the spear,
owner of Ex Kali bur,
moves from blood
of war and peace.

An earth mother and
sky father
of blue feathers.

Life is the way
of a warrior.

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