Sheila Williams ~ Singing Cloud

ANCIENTS OF THE MOUNDS!

Dark moon sad and lonely, spirits on the earth are roaming, Elders say best beware, tonight the magic brings despair.

Ancestors fires burn red and blue, there is a strangeness in the air, the wolves are calling low and eerie, sending chills through all who hear them.

Stay inside on this night of madness; owl sits and watches; see him there in the pine keeping wide his strange yellow eyes.

Messenger he is in truth wise and wily, but seldom good news, today Eagle dropped from the sky there seemed no reason he could not fly.

Terror rides upon the wind, what stalks tonight is not of man, little ones in darkness cower; this is a night of no fire.

Soon the new day will be dawning, stay together a little longer, silent footsteps in the forest, medicine man sings his prayers, shakes his rattles.

Softly the drums keep beating; you can hear the old ones singing, keening sounds on the wind, what walks there is no friend.

Screaming sounds cause all to jump, not one of the children or women, but panther talking.

Though the warriors all stand ready it is no human they will be facing, the ancients from the mounds are playing tricks tonight on their Tsalagi brothers!