The Cherokee and His Crow: A Shakespearean Sonnet

Far from the west came a Cherokee man;
her clan was Crow but their love felt so right.
He found her deep in her tribe’s native land,
love they'd both found on that dark, fateful night.

Soon came October—frigid November,
their bond grew stronger with each sweet embrace.
He died in the coldest month of December;
memories faded of her lover’s face.

Her Cherokee man was truly quite brave;
fought five attackers with all he possessed.
Shackled to love as her Indian slave,
he drowned in the river, legends attest.

As sure as rapids rush fast towards the sea,
she dreams of a love that will never be.