Wispy grey willows
Hang down from the stars
Ready to reclaim what
Once was now ours
Reaching and grasping
Down to our Earth
Whispering shadows
Of darkness and mirth
Enact into truth
Pushed out into light
We feel that something
Just isn’t quite right
Blessed to our people
We shake these lies down
And no longer perch
Upon Power’s great crown.
Amie Zor 