Azteca
By heinzs
Azteca The maiden stands proud, dressed in splendid regalia. The feathered cloak spreads like wings, ready to take flight. The high priest summons the gods and enjoins them to pay heed to this holy sacrifice - to grant the people's prayer. The maiden takes her place upon the mighty stone altar. Calm and content she lies awaiting her destined fate. Death comes quickly with one stroke - the sacred knife cuts deep and clean. The still-beating heart raised aloft for the congregated masses to see. This ceremony repeats itself again and again - and yet the gods seem not to hear the people's desperate plea. In the end overrun and defeated, at the mercy of the conquistadors, the conquered civilization collapses in disease and strife. Once more Europe's "heroes" make their mark on the innocent. Left alone, what wonders would have been the glory of the Aztec? 2/12/2002 Written February 24th, 2002 © on Feb 23 2002 05:49 PM PST, Heinz Scheuenstuhl 0 • 10
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