Indian Raid (The Great Wilds) Poem by Pierre Rausch

(Calm end, evil start, calm end)
Once upon a time, in wild, wild west, once upon in great wild wilderness
A saloon: sheriff, three cow-stealer honorable, arid
Far beside, an Indian group at tent, the reservoir, among the chieftain not to hide
The eagles that humble village and random camp, farewell at freedom stamp
The eagles that welcome around a fire-site, carpets humbled for fuming tribe
These for Resia, the zodiac, the bear, travel as heaven of picture of star
Merry guidance in sympathy invests, presence with visitors to impress
Foal, that shines on guest, far, in great wild wilderness
A chieftain of the steppe accommodates, controversial to debate
Thieves reside, balcony room, card game & saloon
The eagle scouts the council, trapper in safer pencil
Steal farmer horses, out saloon endorses
(Angry, drunken voice :)
Thieves had stolen the prize, what would bring flames to confide
So shore in great wild wilderness, the nest of horse, to locate and confess
Warrior code smoke it out, flaming lanterns inner cloud
When fire crisps and horseshoe clap, isn't this the noise of trap
“Severe form of punishment” Resia said, Amalia's anger not in in Indian Raid
The force that drives through rock, turn to wax
The force that through the green fuse dries, is destroyer
The cloud, the need, a plant beyond, the sky of heaven in the burning font
In far ago, distance, the door of her, glided sand
Hunting ground, the territory of steppe land
“The severe form of punishment” Resia said, (Amalia's) anger in Indian Raid
(Voice: Evil start - Calm end)