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Charcoal black tip of arrowhead,

among these ancient, stones - stained red

Heartbeats share rhythms of ghostly drums..

Winds carry haunting, chanting hums

I feel your blood, flow here with mine,

outlasting, even decaying time

I've been told the stories, told to you,

I know we're just spirits, passing through

When thunder, shakes awake the night,

I vision warriors by firelight

Their voices echo, around mountain's soul,

while moon and stars watch us below

Respect the sky, and mother earth,

borrow the beauty, from time of birth

Then give in death peacefully

yourself, to rest eternally

Among these ancient, stones - stained red,

my mirror reflects traces, of those long remembered

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