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I Saw the Devil — Mongol Heleer
I saw the devil cross the steppe at dawn, a shadow braided into horsehair and bone. He hummed the old nomad lullaby, each note a frost that bit the throat of rivers. His eyes were two cold moons — unfinished roads — tracing the map of losses we couldn't name. Children pounded hooves into the earth, calling back the sunrise by the names of the dead. A felt door opened; smoke braided the air. We offered nothing but silence and our last arrows. He tilted his head, learning our prayers, then vanished into the dust like a promise unread. i saw the devil mongol heleer