Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Skinwalker Chief

A Navajo war chief, I lead

My tribe to battle the white man.

Caught and sentenced to death, instead

In prison I prayed for a plan.

Into a skinwalker I turned,

An evil witch who did escape

Back to my people and they learned

I now was both man and wolf shape.

The white man forced my tribe to leave

The homeland to wasteland to dwell.

I had to watch my people grieve.

My tribe did scorn my evil spell.

My promises were not fulfilled.

My tribe turned on me, I was killed.