The Master of Mysteries



         


       The  Master of Mysteries
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mike_mezz Writer, historian and musician
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They put all their faith and trust in me
A man called The Master of Mysteries

The Master of Mysteries

The Master of Mysteries By: Mike Mezz

The days pass on As I travel alone Through the wilderness Where no one has been before

My father came here On a wooden craft Across the mighty ocean I was born in this new land

I hunt with a bow Then I lay to sleep Somewhere in the darkness Someone is following me

It's a clad dressed native man He was also born on this land The man is very friendly And learned to shake hands

He drew pictures in the dirt His name is Eagle Spirit and he's Natchee He asked me for a favor And called me The Master of Mysteries

He called me The Master of Mysteries We're looking for Princess of the Natchee Then he put his trust in me I'm called The Master of Mysteries

Me and my Native friend Keep moving forward across the land We go down to the Great River "Mississippi" he said, waving his hand

The Natchee Princess is called a Sun She is the one we track Danger follows us around every turn But there's no turning back

We come across a stinkard He's who kidnapped the Sun All up and down the river He escapes us everytime

The stinkard killed Eagle Spirit Then he started to run But my fired arrow shot was true And I have located the Sun

Her name is Pakup Uwahcil Red Sun in my native tounge It's time to halt because winter is here When spring comes we're back on the frontier

She calls me The Master of Mysteries I have found the Princess of the Natchee She puts her faith and trust in me She calls me The Master of Mysteries

I scout out a beautiful valley Someday I shall build upon This is my God given destiny To live and search the beyond

Friendships are forged with the natives But we're on French land Knowing more trouble will soon come But I'll ask Red Sun for her hand

They call me The Master of Mysteries I marry the Princess of the Natchee They put all their faith and trust in me A man called The Master of Mysteries

In November 1729 the Natchez Indians rebelled against the French colony, resulting in a war between the Natchez and the French. The Natchez Indians ultimately lost the war and were almost completely wiped out.

The few Natchez people that were remaining abandoned their homeland. They had no other choice but to join other tribes, including the Chickasaws, Creeks, and Cherokees.

Thanks for reading Copyright © 2020 Mike Mezz (All rights reserved)

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