Caravanning with Nomads

I simply wanted to write something that transcribed to an expression of Nomads. Most nomads are actually kind and simply want to travel, at least in the old days. This is a bit different.

Native tongues guide the children of solmnolent
Out from his or her fortress of hides.
"Touched by the sun," proclaimed the chief.
The child bears this name like the stoic,
And carries the sunlight on their back.
For which both crawled away,
Shying the earth as one.

Flailing the fields for many days and nights
As a initiation of sorts, it gives a meek grin.
Tending the sun's products has no shame,
For fright has left like the night.
Restricting anyone to maim or be baleful,
For the day has arrived to flay such away.

Soon, the dawn's shelter crumbled;
The Nomads galloped their hooves into the land.
Always wailed and never mumbled,
The Nomads were quite the entourage
With a brevity of intangiable contraband.

Guerdonating the people with charmed mimics,
They fabricate all of this to deceive.
Vendoring the people with bilatoral gimics,
They conjuer all of this to receive.
Many, many helms to be worn,
Little time to scheme.

Through their haste,
They grabbed the children and hid them away.
In their caravan they lay,
Beside the eqipment,
Behind the hay.

Through struggle,
Touched by the Sun lives;
It lives with a strong heart but a weak voice.
With the other children, it does no cowering.
For it carries the sunlight upon its back and shys away,
In the upmost courageous way.

When they arrived,
The new land was dark.
Touched by the Sun stood
Stood like it was their monarch,
And said simply, "I will be your blaring whisper;
Your true subterfuge."

When they disembarked, the nomads ran.
They ran into the dark, for the sun had striked the land.

All but the children and cargo remained,
Left to salvage a new kingdom
The nomads betrayed.

Legacies later redeemed,
The story of the nomads that fled
Were recited, reread
Under a tenacious light with a feeble appearance;
A candle's flame danced.

"They were touched by the sun,"
The new chief had proclaimed.

Author's Note

Same as before, be harsh with me. This one is a little unsettling for me, because of how Dr. Suess it got. With the beside the eqipment, behind the hay rhyme.