narrative poem that tells a story, usually in a simple, rhythmic, and musical way.
Beneath the velvet cloak of night,Where time itself runs deep,The stars of Giza burn so bright,Eternal watch they keep. The wind has worn the stones away,The kings have turned to sand,But still those silver barques conveyThe souls to that far land. The Duat is the vault above,A river dark and deep,Where navigates the boat of …
The world was nothing, silent, deep,A cosmic, endless, darkling sleep,Before the first dawn learned to break,For the Hidden One’s own sake. Then rose a sound, a whispered word,A golden voice, the first one heard.From Nun’s dull waters, vast and cold,A mound of earth began to bold. And on that mound, in primal light,He stood alone, …
He did not come with trumpet's blast or armor shining bright,But with a pair of work-worn hands to hold me in the night.He did not speak of fortunes grand or epic, noble tales,But showed me how to fix a latch and how to trim the sails. The first time that I stumbled, and the world …
With twilight's curtain drawn so low,The evening's hush begins to grow,And in this quiet, I confessA tender, hungry hopefulness. It's not the pantry's stocked arrayThat calls my thoughts to drift and stay,But you, my sweet, my only thought—A feast of fortune I was brought. Your laughter is the sugar's dustOn skin where fleeting sunlight's thrust.I …
Beneath the desert, deep and still,Where golden sands conceal the grave,Lies Tutankhamun, Pharaoh’s will,A boy-king bound by stone and stave. The tomb was sealed with hieroglyphs,And traps for those who dared to pry,Whispers echo in shadowed cliffs,A warning carried on the wind’s sigh. They came with torches, brave and bold,Archaeologists, drawn by fame,Seeking riches, treasures …
Beneath the sun of Thebes he rose,A child crowned gold and fate,With fragile hands he bore a throneThe gods themselves had shaped.His name was carved in living stone,Tutankhamun, young and bright,A flicker of dawn in a troubled age,A torch against the night. The temples whispered older truthsLong buried, bent, and scarred,For once the land had …