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The prophecy
 


The prophecy

Thunder echoes across the valley floor
Dark clouds slowly build
A migration of buffalo, a thousand or more
What power they wield
Crossing windswept plains far and wide
Rain like blood spills
Slaughtered not for meat but for their hide
Tears, on crimson fields
I remember the day, when the buffalo died
A prophecy seen, fulfilled
We stood, we watched, for them, we cried

DWhitehorse

Form #21

A Poem within a Poem is where the reader reads
every other line to revel
'A Poem within a Poem'
Usually one compliments the other,
but not a must

By crazy_horse

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