THE MALEVOLENT GOLDEN HORDE

Revised edition of a poem I authored several years ago.

THE MALEVOLENT GOLDEN HORDE

By R. A. Merritt

They rode out over the Asian steppes their ponies hooves flashing

Their arrows taking wing their blades brutally slashing   

A river of blood they left in their horrid wake

Their victims cursing their gods for those they did forsake

They went along the Urals and further moving west

And all who opposed them these monsters did suppress

On to the Danube they rode this murderous eastern tribe

And rested their haggard steeds and these waters did imbibe

And others went to the east into the Siberian cold

To conquer all before them their terror to behold

They rode in the name of Batu the grandson of Genghis Khan

And ruled these lands for a century and even years beyond

And yet they were destined in these lands near and far

Rebellion was their plight in the days of the Tartar

And now they are but a faint memory their infamy long ignored

But history shan't forget them The Malevolent Golden Horde.

Author's Note

I love history and have always been fascinated by the tales of such barbaric warriors like the Golden Horde that so threatened the west and took over vasts swaths of Russia. I hope the reader enjoy the poem.