Scythian Dawn

(Written through the eyes of a 6th century B. C. era Scythian warrior poet) 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 we 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