the pharaoh’s tomb lies damp dark and filled with mysterious and poisonous secrets it rests in the desert dormant waiting for a passerby to wander across it not knowing what lies inside treasures beyond imagining time lost stories of love and betrayal and murder and lust the pharaoh he sleeps in catatonia lying in wait for the innocent to invade his resting place for the sunlight to breach his sanctuary for the open air to release the ancient dust and the gold to be caressed greedily full of awe the dumb traveler touches the pharaoh’s sacred things his disguised poisons his ancient script so carefully written to warn the wrong doers beware the brown skinned wanderer does not heed does not know and would not care if he did the gold coin just enough for a warm bed a warm woman and a hot meal so he slips it into his weather worn moth eaten pocket one glance all he can afford for the sleeping god in the corner and he slips out of the pharaoh’s tomb silent too mindless to fear and too hungry to care whisper of his clothes against the warm stones is enough and the pharaoh smiles his wicked smile licks his parched lips and rests knowing that his curse will be done weary traveler hungry for food warmth and a little love beware the temptation of the tomb…
Reason for writing:
I'm fascinated with ancient Egypt. I don't usually write story poems like this. I've only written a few story poems, actually. This idea came into my head, and the image of the Pharaoh was so clear, I couldn't NOT write about it.
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