In the shadow of the pyramids, where the Nile whispers secrets old,
Lapis Lazuli awakens, a shard of midnight sky turned stone.
Veins of golden pyrite gleam like Ra’s first chariot fire,
Deep azure heart that Isis claimed, to bind the gods’ desire.

Mined from distant mountain veins, across the desert’s burning breath,
It crossed the trader’s camel path to adorn the Pharaoh’s death.
In Tutankhamun’s golden mask, it guards the ka’s eternal flight,
A river of stars upon the brow, defying endless night.

Priests ground its dust for sacred eyes on amulets of Horus’ gaze,
To heal the sick, to speak true words, to part the spirit’s haze.
Its cool blue fire recalls the flood that greens the blackened earth,
A promise carved in lapis tongue of life renewed, of rebirth.

O stone of heaven fallen low, in tombs where Anubis keeps his watch,
You hold the vault of Nut’s embrace, where mortal fear dissolves to naught.
Beneath the scarab’s patient wings, your brilliance never fades,
Eternal blue of Egypt’s soul, in silence, undismayed.