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Mongol Hordes

Poetry By: Graeme Montrose

The Mongol hordes a poem

Submitted:May 20, 2010    Reads: 59    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   

Mongol Hordes
Over rugged mountains
Across raging rivers wild
Neath the blazing dessert sun
Through the freezing wastes
Riders of the Mongol hordes
Seeking power and gold
Warriors from the edge of time
Slaying, conquering, Horde
Horses, men, sword and bow
Hounds of hell set loose
Chimes of death resound to all
Warriors of the far-east wastes
Darkness gathers hell erupts
Fierce their dreadful swathe
Reaching forth unto all lands
Feel death's warmth embrace
Horsemen reaching far and wide
Crimson roads behind
All do fall before their swords
Only dead remain
Brotherhood and loyalty beat within their breast
Skilled in horses and death they ride on wisps of air
Resist and die or flee and live
The rivers all turn red
Riding, riding, riding on
Hear the Mongol cry
A tidal wave of sword and death
Flooding through the lands


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