Wednesday, May 18, 2011


They rode as one, on small ponies
They were tattooed, with blond hair
They traveled across the steppes
They fought and traded
And were feared
Their reach went far beyond their ability
To see
They didn't create an empire that would last
They spread their seed
In many peoples
Across the world
They were warriors
They were skilled
They were called Scythians
They were alive
In every moment
Whether they fought and won
Or fought and died
That I should live such
I pray