A red sun   

Of the Arizona mesa

Pleads farewell to the day

Hushed whispers

Flow amongst the cactus

Of ancient magic

She-wolf cries her despairs

To the blue moon looming

Ghosts of what once was

Barely a wisp on the fading winds 

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