Out of the North I stumbled
Through forests of gold and green.
Mocassin shod and starving
Into a land I'd never seen.
Colours swam within these tired eyes.
Ravens called, their croaking tense.
Seeing through my step the loss of lies,
This mans' ending they could sense.
A strawberry lay beside a lake,
Beckoning my hunger and thirst.
Lured to this vision, I did partake,
Now to this path I'm cursed.
Oh, mother and father
Sisters and brothers
I may not return to our lodge-
Your fire and meat, the songs so sweet-
Gone like the waves on the sand.
My wife, dear love, I'm lost to you,
Children never to take in hand.
In ripples and pools of this brilliant rill
Misshipeshu lies writhing in glee for the kill
And soon in my ending He'll savour his fill
For this warriors heart is bent to his will.
To cross this dread stream I've found
A bridge on a foul crooked log-
(Kokoko hoots, Myeegun howls)
Too short for the shore I was bound.
edit on 14/2/11 by masqua because: (no reason given)