Poem about genghis khan biography

The fourth day's dawn reveals beside the trail A youth who milks his mare, but at the hail Of Timujin approached and heard his tale. And so did Borchu win the young khan's heart That he was glad to take this new recruit. They mount, their chargers champing for the start, And eagerly set out in swift pursuit, The horses settling quickly to their stride And Borchu little guessing that this ride Was yet to seat him by an emp'ror's side.

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Those bygone exalted figures Genghis Khan Personified Isis terrifies with sound and sight in a kaleidoscopic way she mesmerizes me I focus on her red lips She seems ghoulish Someone to be feared The ruler of not one planet But of lots of realms Between Things and Colors From Baikul east to Kingans slopes there sweeps The northern Gobi where the Mongol keeps His herds and flocks, and where the dead Khan sleeps While from the hand of Timujin, the child, The fierce Targoutai seeks to wrest the power, While Keraits fierce and Naimans joined the wild And savage Merkits to o'er run the flower Of all his pasture land and drive him out To graze his herds on arid desert lands; To raid his ordu and his khanship flout; 'Til few remained of those once loyal bands.

Yet, Khan of Yakka, fearlessly he kept Upon the horse skin white, nor ever slept, While Houlan prayed and Bourtai, waiting, wept. And then Targoutai struck! The old wolf sought To slay the cub and all his Taidjuts brought; But Timujin the sly would not be caught And with his brothers fled, while on their heels The Taidjuts rode so close that Kassar sped His arrows at them while the young Khan wheels And, unaccom'nied to the mountains fled.

The hunt is on!