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I'm a tribal member and submitting a poem for a contest involving other tribal writers. It's written in hendecasyllabic meter an is part of a larger poem. Our tribe has little in the way of recorded legend or mythos, so I'd like someday to work on that.
Either way; here's my faggy poem about a Chief pushed West

Lament of Sicopas

>From the mountain to the sea, I have wandered.
>Both people seen and places been, love banished
>Fade in time like dye on linen in the sun
>My sons ached, my daughters trembled when death came
>The West is no longer home for forlorn chiefs.
>Where then shall we go? I ask God; only friend
>Do I become a whale beached, proud and rotting?
>I would sooner see my flesh flayed, bones broken,
>Teeth splintered in winter, blood boiled in summer.
>No.
>West is no longer home, but I will fight here
>Our homes are burnt, lands left barren by devils
>The tide washes from the East, we are but shoals.
>I go to Sulk'Twu, genesis of my line
>where my father's of the House Suswami were laid.
>Buffeted by salt water, until eroded.
>My house ended. Die I will, though die unmoved.

I'm a tribal member and submitting a poem for a contest involving other tribal writers. It's written in hendecasyllabic meter an is part of a larger poem. Our tribe has little in the way of recorded legend or mythos, so I'd like someday to work on that.
Either way; here's my faggy poem about a Chief pushed West

Lament of Sicopas

>From the mountain to the sea, I have wandered.
>Both people seen and places been, love banished
>Fade in time like dye on linen in the sun
>My sons ached, my daughters trembled when death came
>The West is no longer home for forlorn chiefs.
>Where then shall we go? I ask God; only friend
>Do I become a whale beached, proud and rotting?
>I would sooner see my flesh flayed, bones broken,
>Teeth splintered in winter, blood boiled in summer.
>No.
>West is no longer home, but I will fight here
>Our homes are burnt, lands left barren by devils
>The tide washes from the East, we are but shoals.
>I go to Sulk'Twu, genesis of my line
>where my father's of the House Suswami were laid.
>Buffeted by salt water, until eroded.
>My house ended. Die I will, though die unmoved.

Not really.

Lament of Sicopas

From the mountain to the sea, I have wandered.
Both people seen and places been, love banished
Fade in time like dye on linen in the sun
My sons ached, my daughters trembled when death came
The West is no longer home for forlorn chiefs.
Where then shall we go? I ask God; only friend
Do I become a whale beached, proud and rotting?
I would sooner see my flesh flayed, bones broken,
Teeth splintered in winter, blood boiled in summer.
No.
West is no longer home, but I will fight here
Our homes are burnt, lands left barren by devils
The tide washes from the East, we are but shoals.
I go to Sulk'Twu, genesis of my line
where my father's of the House Tilmut were laid.
Buffeted by salt water, until eroded.
My house ended. Die I will, though die unmoved.