In a cloud of gentle words he rode into my life,
We spoke of many things and laughed a lot.
Together we shared wine, pizza and cheese,
Yet we never spent a second of it in person.
He came to me when I needed him most,
His words touched my heart as did he.
On Thanksgiving Day he honored me,
When he asked me to accept him as my Hetane.
I did this with pride as I knew his kind heart,
And whenever we could we’d enjoy being together.
He touched my heart and gave me back the words,
Those which had been lost for many years.
Now those words will hold a different meaning,
As now the light in my life has gone out.
My Hetane, Moodayo-Okohke has been taken,
Taken by a bullet meant for the Elder.
He died the Warrior’s death they say,
But I am not suppose to shed tears for him.
I am to show pride in his death as a Warrior,
But this is much to difficult for me.
I cry for him as my friend, one whom I love,
I shall cry for his people whom he loved.
We have lost a great friend and Warrior today,
And I will never forget him in days to come.
He died today but he will always be
MY HETANE
MY WARRIOR
BLACK CROW
I will always be
HIS HEMEOONE
HIS LADY
HIS LITTLE ELF
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