when the tomb was bared
the king
appeared to be at rest
his face towards home
his hands held
in peaceful pose
the queen
lay beside him
in her separate space
she too was serene
as though no more
than sleeping
a maid had twisted
from her side
to gaze up
skywards
the cousin seemed to feel
the lack of air
clutching at her throat
to aid
one more shallow breath
the harem in disorder
hands holding tears
to long lost eyes
the weakest one
had crawled
beneath her last bed
to hide
the eunuch from the harem
in attendance
here
for eternity
has parted from his head
all covered in an hour
five thousand years ago
just as
it was meant
to be
beneath heaven
~
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Author:
Frank Prem (
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This is an interesting read, Frank!
The last stanza is my favorite. I think it summarizes it all in a nutshell! Great write my friend!
~Laura~
Thanks again, Laura. reading the wonderful work of Joseph Campbell introduced me to this. Marvelous stuff. Awful for the entourage, of course.
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