The augur built a fire
The wind pulled the flames
Swirling with the smoke, a rainbow
Frozen in the colors, an ancient story
The lore inspires a coyote
Crimson sun spoke to him throughout the day
He noticed this and smiled
The moon etched its rim over the thunderhead
Tandem owls hooted a friendly song
Eyes see in the night
Power turns men into callous warriors
Wind-burnt omen seeker
His freedom smiles at his death

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