Ouataga raised his arms to the sky
in offering for his people -
prepared to be ripped from life
by the claws and teeth of the Piasa
*The monstrous bird with blood red eyes
and bearded chin soared above the bluffs
in search of a solitary brave
to devour for his evening meal.*
Throughout the cycling of the whole moon
Ouataga had fasted and prayed
for a Piasa slaying plan.
The Great Spirit had come at last in a dream
and now the trap was set.
*The great monster gliding on thermals,
drifted over the rise,
clouding the bluff bluff with his shadow
fixed his crimson eyes on Ouataga
standing alone in the clearing.
His monster wings pummeled the air
and he began his ******* swoop of death.*
Obeisant to their young chief's dream,
twenty braves concealed
in a circle of bush and trees,
sent their poison shafts flying
straight to the center of the glade.
*The ravenous Piasa
baring teeth and talons,
never saw the rain of arrows
rupture his skin - pouring venom
into his murderous veins.*
Ouataga, untouched by talon or arrow,
smiled as the Piasa writhed
and fell dead as a stone at his feet.
Grateful tribesmen embraced their chief
who painted the monster's effigy
on a bluff by the Father of Waters
where every passing brave from that time forth
shot contemptuous arrows at its loathsome face.
March, 2008
Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 6:17 PM UTC
Ouataga raised his arms to the sky
in offering for his people -
prepared to be ripped from life
by the claws and teeth of the Piasa
*The monstrous bird with blood red eyes
and bearded chin soared above the bluffs
in search of a solitary brave
to devour for his evening meal.*
Throughout the cycling of the whole moon
Ouataga had fasted and prayed
for a Piasa slaying plan.
The Great Spirit had come at last in a dream
and now the trap was set.
*The great monster gliding on thermals,
drifted over the rise,
clouding the bluff bluff with his shadow
fixed his crimson eyes on Ouataga
standing alone in the clearing.
His monster wings pummeled the air
and he began his ******* swoop of death.*
Obeisant to their young chief's dream,
twenty braves concealed
in a circle of bush and trees,
sent their poison shafts flying
straight to the center of the glade.
*The ravenous Piasa
baring teeth and talons,
never saw the rain of arrows
rupture his skin - pouring venom
into his murderous veins.*
Ouataga, untouched by talon or arrow,
smiled as the Piasa writhed
and fell dead as a stone at his feet.
Grateful tribesmen embraced their chief
who painted the monster's effigy
on a bluff by the Father of Waters
where every passing brave from that time forth
shot contemptuous arrows at its loathsome face.
March, 2008
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