Under the raven's eye

Ten

Humbling the waves who oppose them

A terror roars on the high seas

Inklings of value are snuffed through plunder

Daring to stand against the tide

All is renewed at the potlatch

The tribes are now one big family scattered

Lunging in droves for the high tiny ball

Instinctive regalia flaunts at a raucous ceremony

Nothing will stop the divine servant on his mission

Gentle turtles will have their old shells sing

In his natural element amongst the towering woods

The fur trapper never saw it coming

Mazes of dark forest contain hidden wonders

Endowed in hardy otter furs

Trying to make their own way in the new world

In between two lives entire worlds apart

Scavengers dressed of blood gather