I can see shadows. Shadows of the old dead pharohs.
My guess is they are angry.
Angry that we are entering King Tutankhamen's tomb
I pray to the gods above. May they give us luck and forgive us.
Tutankhamenm, may have been young but he was a good person.
We have been riding for days.
Our horses are tired.
"Do not enter the tomb" Mother said, "or else the curse will be upon you and the others."
I didn't listen to her. I was in too much of a hurry.
One of my men reported there are four guards.
How easy to take down the guards nowadays.
Hours later,
The guards are dead and we have only a few pieces of treasure
The lunatics, were so scared to go in the tomb, so I entered
I had to close it up my self
I happen to look behind me when I saw the gust of sand wind
"Sandstorm!" We ride like crazy
The tribe is far to reach we won't make it.
My men are far ahead of me. "No!"
I am engulfed by the sand and wind.
I can't breath.
Horus! Why did I go? I should have listened to Mother.
Now I, my soul, watches as my body is swallowed by the desert.
Will anyone find my body?
Author notes
Egyptian tomb robbers
A contest entry
- Ode to the Ancients by sekmhet eye of ra.
1050 points, ended August 27, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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coolness
very impressive, it's a very good narrative.
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this was fun to read; i'm excited you chose tomb robbers for your prompt, and wrote a fresh poem. it reads like a story: a wonderful narrative.
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I love this! Ancient civilizations interest me so much, especially the being Horus. I love learning about their religions especially. great write.
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