My name is Milo. I'm full blooded Lakota. I'm just writing.
Through the passage of time
among the pages untold
with the words forgotten
and the history that men only knows
...
I kick the dirt for the last time
Watching the sun fall in my mind
I remember the look in your eyes
How beautiful it was
...
The house is burning
Ravaged and betrayed
Yielding red colors that is angered ahead
Across the lawn the lilies whimpers with fright
...
This tribute to the warrior
Like a salute in arms
His time has come
A brilliant lighting to our hearts
...
The rain swallows everything that is left to see
As it pours, it silence all there was to be
Quietness reins over the hushed bellows throughout the night
Fighting the worth of righteous rights
...