Pictured Walls

Shadows fall 'cross canyons deep
Dregs of day in ghostly garb
Night winds moan through cottonwoods
Ancestral maidens weep

Black as ink the desert night
Among the sandstone ruins
Where spirits wander aimlessly
Bats from caves take flight

Babies crying, old ones weak
Shaman dances for the dawn
Strong young warriors will meet their doom
The pictured walls do speak

Copyright August 6, 2008