He danced beneath the eye of God.
Sitting Bull by hungrybison
He danced amongst the shadows.
He danced until his blood,
had soaked the ground,
on which he tread.
Until he saw both devils and angels,
for what they were.
Filed under creative writing, micro stories, original photography, original writing, poem, poems, short stories, Short stories and essays, writing
Tagged as American West, blood, Little Big Horn, outlaw poetry, Sitting Bull, Sun dance, War
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