High on bleak, stony rag, Unmoving, he sits astride His ragged coated pony. Only telltale frozen breaths, Separate them from The still, winter black boles Of ancient leafless trees. The pony, blown and lame, Stands with lowered head, Ears flattened to the sound Of a distant wolf pack. The man on his back, All weapons lost, Ignores the trickling blood From savage wounds, Mingling his war paint. Eyes burning fiercely He strains to find The sign he seeks: Behind, the sound of enemy Draws ever closer. At last, faith rewarded, He sees far below In the deep valley, Arriving at the edge Of the fast flowing river, The great she bear With two gamboling cubs: To fish the racing salmon, Drawn relentlessly toward Their age-old spawning ground. Silently, the wounded brave Offers his final prayer To the eternal clan bear; Totem and guardian Of his battle slain tribe. The enemy, exultant, Are almost upon him, Yet he looks not behind: He sees only the Great Spirit, Surrounding him kindly In loving, firm embrace. While the enemy closes in, He straightens himself; His voice rings loud and clear, Echoing across the land To the distant cloudless sky. One last defiant war cry As he spurs on his pony, And leaps... Into the world of his ancestors.

PGA with Mike. Doesn't understand the concept of flags.

He rock, and hes not emo. u should see his gf!!

Doesn't seem to understand the idea of flags, and will attack everyone regardless. Watch out for this guy, he will probably become your enemy if you play with him.

complete idiot

EMO FAGGOT