Pow Wow

Close the door, it's cold.
The past has gotten old
And we're next,
A troop somewhat perplexed.

Maneuvers on a battlefield,
A red mirage of what is real.
Arrows fly like firecrackers.
The sky is dark, the air is fractal.

Hoof it with the cavalry.
Join the pow wow revelry.
Meet halfway and no returns.
What you get is what you've earned.

Some will wait for those behind,
For we were once the settling kind.
Push ahead and dance for rain.
A dry canteen, all that remains,

Parched of promise by design.
The unknown we are yet to find.
Lost inside the passing void,
Adventure we once much enjoyed.

Tonight, you'll hear a battle cry.
Tomorrow we'll all say goodbye
To the fate that brought us here.
Bid the phantoms disappear.

Follow them into the earth.
Together, we reclaim our berth.
Fighting over what becomes
The purpose of the beating drums.

9/20/26
ZONE S5E10