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### Ballad of Tahtahee

On top of snowy rocky crop
Stood old man staring down on land.
His whiskers an ashen snowy sop,
Crystals melted by stroking hand.

Blue orbs like day sky horizon,
Wet and bleeding with his lament,
"Why taketh my child, sister's son?
Eateth my wife, daughter's aunt?"

Tahtahee cried to Youtl,
Cloak who covers celestial lights.

"Madness wrought in village you have!
Pulling your cloth to blind wompas!"
Old man hollered with all he gave,
Pain, anger, betrayal a guiding compass.

Tahtahee leapt at Youtl,
Cloak who covers celestial lights.

And dragged his darkness with him
Into the deep crevice.