15 minute doodle

 SCYTHIAN DAWN

wind o wind o wind.
wind o wind whichs cleaves
the steppe in dire stagnation

eternal is the ride,
endless, the expanse

forever is the arrow
and the still air it slices
has no end to it either

below the ever-great sun-disc
they tremble
like hearts in lover-chests

half human, half stallion
hoof and hand, neigh and bow

into everlasting cold
echoing
aryan ancestry
from back centuries or even millenia

into ever-hinterlands
where slint-eyeds and blue-eyeds and brown-eyeds live
the steppe-nation spreads
like eagles soar
or how wolves migrate