He was tall, and dark
His face looked fierce, though weathered
He rode right up to us
His headress long and feathered
His hands looked strong, and
his arms were scarred up and down
His hair was long and black
One eye was black and one was brown
He wore a necklace
of old, yellowed Black Bear teeth
He was Quite proud of it
Strung on a thin cord beneath
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