Showing posts with label Indian Warrior. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Indian Warrior. Show all posts

Saturday, January 31, 2015

Lightning Wolf Loved Morning Glory

Lightning Wolf was the handsomest warrior of all time,
His long large muscular legs instructed his Appaloosa,
by slight pressures as he rode his stallion, Spanish Lime.
 
His long black hair moved with the rhythm of his stallion---
in the morning breeze,
Muscles rippled and dimpled in his arms---as he led his
six pintos behind him with ease.

His face showed his serious concern for this day,
As he was asking Chief Running Bear for his daughter,
Morning Glory to marry--- come May.

He left his village early before the cook pots were lit,
His mother was so anxious for her son to have a bride;
she had an early morning fit.

The snowflakes waltz gracefully and sparkled in 
the early light,,
Icy multi-patterned flakes whirled around his handsome
head; a beautiful sight..

He thought of her loveliness, her creamy olive skin, 
which felt like silk,
Her amber eyes that could pull the very heart out 
of his chest, and then return it again for its life’s milk.

Morning Glory’s lips were full and passionate, as 
he remembered their----only kiss,
She was still a virgin, a prize beyond compare, 
and her innocence would only added to----their bliss.

He rushed without greeting the morning sun,
No time today---tomorrow that would be done.

On the hill overlooking her village---he stood still 
with his six pintos behind,
What he saw before him---he nearly lost his mind.

A wedding was happening between Owl Eyes and 
his Morning Glory,
His blood ran hot with rage, as he raced down to 
the village to find out the story.

Everyone, turned to face his approach---and Owl Eyes 
pointed to 12 horses---his gift to Chief Running Bear,
Whose look was not of surprise---but that he just did 
not care.

It made no difference to him, who Morning Glory married,
She was not his real child; she was the child his wife 
preciously carried.

Tears of hate and sadness inundated Morning Glory’s face,
This was the first time she hated her race.

Her mother ran to her side, and begged Chief Running 
Bear to stop the wedding now,
He laughed in her face and pushed her away---her tears 
he would not disavow.

No one could stop Lightning Wolf, as he stood on the 
cold hard ground,
He halted the wedding with his shot gun, a blast that 
echoed the sound.

Owl Eyes did not back down as three of his men behind
 him had spears and knives,
But Lightning Wolf was fast with his knife and strength of
many, as he ploughed through the enemy and took their lives.

Chief Running Bear was happy now---he had 18 horses, his 
old wrinkled face smiled as proof---no daughter and no wife,
Because she left the village with Lightning Wolf and Morning 

Glory--- she was starting a new life.
As sun set in all its magnificence wonder, Morning Glory and Lightning Wolf were inside their new teepee,
Where all their passionate love would create another life, this was their love nest where time was spent when they were not sleepy.
Many years later, their great grandchildren visited where the 
village once stood, so proud and successful, and a stone marker 
stands where Lightning Wolf and Morning Glory now rested their head,

Their spirits were long gone to the Hunting Ground in the sky to ride 
the White Buffalo it is read.

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