The Stones of Cheyenne

The Stones of Cheyenne

A Poem by Lanaia Lee
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fantasy

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from my fantasy series, Of Atlantis book 4, Resurrection, Reunion, and the Ravaged

Many many eons ago, in a place that would seem today like science fiction
On a distant star, beings much like yourselves lived and breathed
We lived on this star, tucked away from the shining star known as the sun
Here we generated our own power and light and even the very air that we breathed.

A goddess was within our realm of worship, very much like mother nature on your planet of earth
Her name was Cheyenne, mother of everything and all within the Orion world, our home within Orion's Belt
Cheyenne was born and created from the Supreme Being, creator of all within the Orion turf
Our God and Goddess took care of everything we needed, everything we felt.

Just like on Earth, much like Satan, our deity of diabolical things was a fallen Goddess
Her name is Sia, if an Orion heard this name, thought of things diabolical and evil
She would only cause bad luck, strife, and stress
Those that worshipped her, they would lie, cheat, steal, and if necessary even kill.

The Supreme Being blessed ordinary stones, to help Cheyenne, control all the diabolical of the Orion world
These stones were used and protected by Cheyenne, to keep everything evil at bay
Hidden from the eyes of Sia, until one day they were stolen from Cheyenne, hoping the power of Sia would be unfurled
When our kind came to Earth, the stones were with us, in possession of the one that had stolen them so long ago from Cheyenne, on that unforgettable awful day.

These magical stones held the power to paralyze Sia, stop her dead, in her tracks
But these stones fed off detestation and turmoil, giving the holder, unbelievable incredible power
The holder of these stones became known as Uric, but he made a mistake, he had all the stones, but one he did lack
In his attempt, when they were stolen, in such a hurry, one he dropped, he did not know this, so from his escape, he did not deter.

I, Percius, found the dropped stone, hiding it on Earth, amongst the ancients known as the Mayan
Thinking I may need it one day, I was right, so today I retrieved the magical stone
Needing it to protect my earthly family from Uric, the most evil diabolical man
Whatever it takes to stop him, I must do, the very thought of him, chill some to the very bone.

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© 2008 Lanaia Lee


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