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She appears to stand alone,

Surrounded by bones.

Fire blazing high.

She reaches her arms out to the sky,

Dancing with the Natives and all the animals that have died.

She places horns apon her head,

Transforming beings with the dead.

She screams out with a warriors cry,

Releasing the souls trapped inside.

She stands with legions of angels, ascended masters, ancestors, and guides,

The assistance necessary for her to survive.

In between worlds,

Loving both sides.

She calls to the rain gods to manifest her cries.

Heart pounding thunder and lightening to abide.

The land once sacred,

Now has died.

Through healing the heart,

She lights up the night.

It is no longer necessary to put up a fight.

She strips down her body to it's natural state.

Lays down on the ground with a clean slate.

She descends to the earth,

With purity, beauty and grace.

Always remembering that sacred place.