The maiden falls
Her
sister cries
She lets out the screams
Held for so long
inside
He tries to console her
But she's torn at the seams
Her
face is stained
With tears that gleam
He's strong, but
torn too
With her sister lays his brother
Broken, askew
Long
locks stained with blood
A lover's tears and an old fort's
mud
His father's mind
Is filled with rage
His feet are
fast
Despite his age
Of his people,
He is the last
Sworn
to avenge
His son and the lass.
The murderer waits
With
keen eyes
He readies himself
Bloated by pride
The father
comes
A swing and a miss!
The hammer approaches
And with it,
death's kiss
He falls to the ground
Confused and killed
By
the father of the Mohican
Whose blood he spilled.
