Sonnet On Genghis Khan
He fell upon the farmlands like a shot
A silver arrow from his violent bow
Laid waste and fear, sowed salt among the crops
And by his iron hand sought death for Rome
And I, a trav'ler in a distant inn
When fire burned, Saw and bore sad witness
The slaughter reached the very eyes of heaven
The dying and the dead both looked on this:
Genghis khan under whose proud foreign yoke
And cruel face and lust for to conquer all
And steady hand, the might of Persia broke
And Samarqand was thus fated to fall
There is naught but sea to our backs my friend
Pray he looks not on us, or ‘tis the end!
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The Collected Poetry
PoetryPoetry published May 2012- May 2013 (Written 2003-2013) Dedicated to my sister, those who followed in Viper's footsteps, and America.
