In the night camp fire
The ancestors dance and feast
To the deeds of sons.
The ancestors dance and feast
To the deeds of sons.
When it is embers
They gallop to the sun's edge
Slithering shadows.
This started off as shitpost, based on a running joke in the family that we're all descended from Mongols, that somehow acquired a deeper meaning as I went on. The structure of the poem is inspired by the works of e e cummings. Long live Jo Varghezig Yeldokhaan and his First Year Horde.
Written to "Yi Jian Mei" by Yu-Ching Fei and "Chinggis Khaan Magtaal" by Batzorig Vaanchig of Khusugtun. Mongolian throat singing ftw.
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