Hazed filled horizon hold out your hand,Please wake the sleepers yet no more,
Glory amongst those tainted sparse mountains,
They’ll rise back towards the lake shore,
Unbearable for the noise and crackling seekers,
The wolves protest with distant howls,
Fiery licks soar with silhouettes could take us,
Seems as though the banshees distant screams pronounced,
It has begun the red monsters glow behold,
We will fight back the tears and fear,
These are the Chilcotin nights foretold,
Sagebrushes and briers dry and parched,
Rains worried away and we breathe no more,
Lovely creatures once alive and well on our land,
Hide and take flight whilst stands too forest floor,
It is the meadows compromised by this bake,
Shy in their blush and reds will taint our dreams,
Only the flowers each tier fluttered in pretty ache,
Fireweeds hold back this colossus rage,
And we will all wait and wait and wait.
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