She does a ritual dance
Around the melting pool
Praising the crimson swirl
The storm before the calm
The ceremony begins
The blades are drawn
He bows to worship
Inhaling the rapture
With gathered gusto
They sound the chimes
Calling a chant
Baptized in the amber river
That was our rite of passage
Now she sits
Contained by walls
He wanders
Without a shrine
They search
For the end of the river
We all sit together
In this 21st century tribe
Warriors
Telling tall tales
This is our atonement
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