mountains once roamed

this land, they fought

over women exploded

breathed fire ran off

into the ocean and

shook the earth now

battle scarred wearied

and older they wear

the cloak of Hine Hukatere

in winter and the skies

finery in summer they

command the clouds

weep streams bleed rivers

and rule with mana

sometimes they remember

old scores, fume, blow fire

out their heads and prepare

to fight once more