The Great Chief Shepards


Feathers paramount, abounding royalties crown
Over mounds of wisdom, creasing apart
Transposes a warrior; part loss, part won
The Great Chief Shepards, on and on
There to here, the straight face stare
Repeated from lines past, leading the sacred path
Claimed patterns in his eyes the Spirit of El Roi
Sequencing intricacies, decorated Grace and beads
Shear blown cold whistling through the soul
Keeper of cold, key note hold, the white crisp wolds

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