I bid them all a safe trip on the trail. I got only two responses... and frankly that's one more than I expected.... until I find myself again and can be with them. I have succeeded in pushing them away from me. All but a few that just wont give up. I know I seem so cold but before I find myself face down in a ditch... I must do what needs to be done. Someday... I hope they can forgive me and welcome me back to where I was before with love and understanding. I know I will have much to prove and regain. I spoke again to Tarra within my thoughts last night... if it wasnt for Her and Her alone right now... I would be watching from the Skies.. watching them move North... but I would also know my exact fate when I get there.
As the light began to paint the Sky... it was only then I noticed the silence over the plains. As if they were trying to hold onto the People for just one more day. The grasses were damp with tears in our leaving but swayed with a joy of our foretold return. I left the spot of the Pyre... long enough to help hitch the teams to the wagons for the children... and help a few other's with final preparations. I tended to a few bumps and bruises and left my satchel of healing supplies with Shanay. Returning to the spot in which had held my attention the past day... I watched as the wagon's began the move. It was a glorious sight.. awe inspiring.. and for several long moments... I felt pride again.
And though I do not pray to the Sky... I did offer the words that I remember hearing as a young child walking the trail with my Papa....
Angry are the clouds which anesthetize
Former besetting episodes of assertive pain
An overwhelming blend of harmonious mirth & awe
Proclaims with much pride-dawn's out bursting rage
Cometh ye all astounded faces
I plea to thee-hear me now or nevermore
Poor puzzled pieces of human wreckage
Your wounds of heart & soul may heal-when shared
Surround me with your precious presence
My only request for now-is your dearest patience
Cull the words which portray your might
From miserable tiny pebbles-to stones of awesome sights
From rotting pallets filled with mold & mice
From grey hidden corners contaminated by the diseases of the soul whichdies
Red shiny ink spills our luxuriant opera on-yellow dusty pages
Bathe with sweet nectar flowing from-aching mind-cages
Looking back-glaring at life
All these years of death-from a murderous knife
The drought which, bit by bit, gnawed our pride-
Insulting holy lies which poisoned meadows of the true dark-guide
Absorb with joy-the sweet new blood
Filling every heart-beat and instincts-slumber yet starved
Find me your poets, bring forth your bards
Let them sing kisses of evil to other world-parts
I can hear the owl recite
Diaries of primeval tragedies which confide
Truth & knowledge of matters we must tend
In theaters of witchcraft-we pretend
The craving of dreams to form the prophecy
Open vein-shaped roads resembling our complex-conspiracy
The rythem of the march excite to tears in our eyes
Don't other dare bark towards us-lest we rid them like flies
See my trembling cut open fingers
They remind me of the incredible secret which still lingers
Free yourself from all those lies which are told so often
For now our referendoms web-is catiously woven
Follow that trail left by the witches-most dark & pale
Embellish poetry in veins to breed
Together to submerge & sublimely-bleed
Restless retch anchors of holy clay
And gather triumphs to harvest in the golden fields of may
Safe travels my family. I will see you soon.
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