The Warrior Princess II

Out on the plain she waits with her lover,
Watching the sun set under cover,
The moon is rising now, soon to crest,
Every eye amongst them strained to the west. 

The time has come for war to take place,
She is ready with that ageless grace,
Of one who has no fear of death; no fear of dying,
There is no room for tears; no room for crying. 

She won her plea by the circle of fire,
Her heart shone through with open desire,
To face their foes, to bring about peace,
The fighting here must end, must cease.

While waiting for the strife to arrive,
She honed her skills to win and survive,
None can match her at bow and arrow,
On horseback she is swifter than a sparrow. 

A man has entered her heart so true,
He won her over, gave her life anew,
He was drawn to her like a moth to flame,
A wild one, he thought, to caress and tame. 

He found early on this was not to be,
She needed to run, be wild and free,
To hold her with him alone at night,
She needed her wings, to soar and take flight.

Now they live their lives a different way,
By day she wakes to hunt her prey,
Each night she hungers for his wanton touch,
They are each other's cane and crutch.

Then one day a rider arrived wounded and hurt,
He fell to the ground in a blood red shirt,
The enemy yonder is making their move,
"We must flee! I beg and behoove!"

The elders gathered again at the circle of fire,
"Should we stand our ground, or run and retire?"
Again the princess approached with caution,
"If we retreat we shall die and lose our nation!"

"What can we do, we are too old to fight,
You are too young and should be contrite!"
"Yes, I am young, fearless and a woman too,
But to save our people we must see this through!" 

The elders drew within to ponder her speech,
While she lost herself in her lovers reach,
The passion she shared rose to a fevered pitch,
He knew that night she found her niche. 

A princess you were born and forever will be,
Your men will follow you, we pledge on one knee,
We have heard from the elders, so wise,
They have seen a victory with the eagle's cries. 

She must lead you the eagle told us aloud,
Then he appeared in the shape of a cloud,
Her love of our people will bring us together,
Then he left with a gust of wind, leaving a feather. 

The feather is now worn proudly in her hair,
As she waits for the thundering horde on her mare,
With her love beside her and her faith within,
There is no fear from the set of her chin.

"Love is something that you can leave
behind you when you die.
It's that powerful."

--John (Fire) Lame Deer, ROSEBUD LAKOTA
 

September 28, 2003