Crowning of the Chief
Elderly, wise, strong faces glare into the fire
engulfed by drums and music,
dancing braves in their attire.
With songs from ancient history,
a ritual has begun,
the title of a leader will be claimed by only one.
They have a feast, bring many gifts in honor of his name,
he proudly takes acceptance
and thanks them all the same.
Enduring all the toughest tests,
he proves he's mighty strong,
assuring all the brave at heart,
he will not steer them wrong.
Now turning to the old and wise,
they speak the sacred word,
From all the braves and warriors,
not one sound will be heard.
The shining of the midnight moon reflects upon his soul,
with outstretched arms to address the tribe,
he begins his newest role.
A cry of joy and happiness
with no one having grief,
they dance in celebration,
to the crowning of the chief.
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