Queen Tsi Sgili Poem by katarina bowman
Queen Tsi Sgili
Ancient one sleeping, waiting to arise
When earth’s power bleeds sacred red
The mark strikes true; Queen tsi sgili
Will devise,
He shall be washed from his entombing bed.
Through the hand of the dead he is free
Terrible beauty, monstrous sight;
Ruled again they shall be
Woman shall kneel to his dark might.
Kalona’s song sounds sweet
As we slaughter with cold heat! _!
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