A desert blooms in Pharaohs' tombs
while the air blisters in roman news
and nod do I to the mighty sun
Ra has risen to him I pray
when I grow I will see the day
dressed in white on alter’s light
Ba on Barque with him in night
The eye of Horus comes too soon
on pallet my dreams laid to swoon
Oh mighty Pharaoh of this land
willed if you would touch this hand
but I like others sequestered now
await our destiny by golden cow
priestess guides my thoughts today
blessings poured in words, I stray
be that my heart remain so strong
for weeping makes the nights too long
I know not of what others do
for in this temple we are but few
turn by turn all bright embers fly
in reverence Osiris I live but to die
May the Gods rest in our last deep sigh
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