Sands of time
trickle through veins
once flowing with life,
supple, pampered skin
now dry, brittle.
Mortal eyes,
closed for eternity,
fail to see
what salvation awaits
after one's image
is immortalized
with precious stones,
bronze,
and gold.
Pompous fanfare
hailed my passing,
treasures and idols
enshrined at my side ~
sealed forever,
with a curse of death
to those who disturb my
..."rest."
Now I await
for what seems
many millennia ~
have my gods
forgotten their servant?
Ra, I feel not your rays!
Hathor, I hear not your song!
While Geb holds me
in his grasp,
and Anubis holds me
from within,
only Seth's dry face
appears before me...
Truly,
what does await
once the sands of time
sift into eternity?
Remove these wrappings
that encase my soul!
Let these dry bones dance
across barren dunes,
if all that awaits me
...is dust.
Gold trophy winner
Honorable mention
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