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.