Heart like Midnight, her horse, black
wild, and free, belonging only to the
wilderness of God, roaming the county
side..

Eyes, sharp like a cat, Star-Fire, Princess
of the Chippewa Indian Tribe, in Upper
Michigan. A princess with pride and
strength..

Master of her Universe, she drinks from
the running waters of life, walks
the black hills of the Dakota's, where
the wind blows intensely..

Her hawk clings to her, as she goes
on her way from hill to stream, a new
welcome to a new mountain, ready
to be climbed..

Star-Fire walks softly like the whisper
in the Moring mist, touches the glory
of each new day with a smile, lies
beneath the willow to watch it weep
once more..

Dark shadows dance in the glow
of the moon, while clouds hide
away it's beauty, masking off all
traces of a lighting fire..

Star-fire, touches each and everyone
leaving a lasting impression behind
like footsteps in the sand of time..

She holds the key to the heart of her
tribe, the elders have told her of
great power given to her from the
Gods, to never mistreat it, or evil
shall enter into the peoples heart..



By Derena
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