Kalona Poem by katarina bowman

shadows in shadows,
he watches throguh dreams,
wings black as africa,
body strong as stone,
done waiting
The raven call.

Eyes watching always,
shadows in shadows they wait,
a black feather falls.

first accepted, loved,
then betrayed- spit in the face,
vegeance sweet like dots.

they done
wrong,
like ink from a busted pen
thrown away; cause of someone
else, used up
but he came back
dressed in night
fine as a king, with his quessn
the wrong made right,
so right.

what once bound him
will make him flee
place of
power- joining of five

Night
Spirit
blood
Hunamity
Earth

Joined not to conquer,
instead to overcome
night lends to spirit
blood binds humanity
And earth completes.