The lost the last

Smoke under a spreading tree
A fire in the night
Feathers in a head band
From some boyhood fight
smoke moves up to heaven
Ears in tune to every sound
Eyes staring into the flames
The only friend thats found
sign left for no one
Nobody follows anymore
Nothing but old trails and tracks where the dead had gone before.
The wind no longer talks
birds have lost their song
Beast are dumb and gods are false
Ten thousand years were wrong

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