I have seen the Egyptian and I am afraid
I came upon him in a dream dire and cold
In golden reptile mail, upon him laid
a jurist’s kibosh like in days of old
His world is where the darkness drowns the light
He comes with writs unspoken but obeyed
My body wrapped inside a shroud so tight
I cry, so soon, so soon, my death is made
The loathed Egyptian’s souls have glaring eyes
All wear a knowing smile, my fate is sealed
I hear my name in their dark moaning sighs
My will to live is strong I do not yield
I fear the storm of death and yearn the calm
But life! Is now my banner and my balm
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Author:
George (My real name) (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 15th, 2017 14:32
- Comment from author about the poem: Another poem about Old Scratch. Happier work soon. If the muse is willing.
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Comments2
Great lines in the piece of poetry!
Thank you Write I appreciate your remark. I'll catch up on some of your work.
Thank you!
That is a dark world. Thanks for an enjoyable read.
Thanks Augustus you are very kind.😀
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