I glide among them
The unanswered honored of preserved memories
The ancient relics lying deep within the earth
The jeweled felines with hands bedecked in rings
Tutankhamen’s curse sleeping
Among the valley of the kings
Theirs is a paradise of dying
A heaven stifled with repressed pain
Swallowed by an aged race
A hell to wish for
Drained in their embrace
Deceased they are holier than living
Encased in hardened flesh and faded blood
With the Sphinx comes the harvest
Reaped in pestilence and flood
The ancient’s dream eternal slumber
Resting on the rays of Ra
Wrapped in their silken ecstasy
Blessed, are the river gods.
