Why are they coming to get me?
My families have been crucified.
The feathers in my hair bring me strength.
The horse I ride is weeping.
Rain and thunder falls upon my land.
The taste of fear is forever.
The gods must want me to die.
Spirits stare at me near the fire.
I listen for the cry.
Hatred is before my conscience.
Sensation of hunger grows over me.
My skin is different.
Let me be.