Shamanic Poem

7 Shamans

by StarFields

Frozen river
snow wraiths hissing,
one figure in furs
walking strong.

Two wolves
walk tight
great heads lowered
muzzles white.

Three ravens
circle, soar.
The ice wind
carries their cry.

Dusk falls blue
a single light
flickers before
the pine mountains.

Night storms howl
around the cabin
inside howls
the rage of man.

One true child
is trapped within,
alone without love
at this hearth.

The Shaman enters
claims the child.
Ancient authority stills
All to silence.

Two figures,
two wolves, three ravens
disappear into
the swirling night.