9 December 2012

The sun rose over it's mighty peak, And shone into my eyes.. A falcon with its shining beak, Perched on my arm beside..

Brown was all that I could see, The peak, the sands, the sky.. And as the morning came to be, I let my comrade fly..

Alone, I walked on to the architecture, Massive, it reached the blue.. Built by ancient, no conjecture! And no collation to the new..

The sand sunk beneath my feet, Everywhere I stepped.. My soles were worn with heat, Hidden in the sandy depths..

I crept into the chambers' dark, All quiet, every cranny and nook.. Yet, I stopped, stood still to hark, And turned around to look..

I shone my torch around the clear, Dust and shards of glass appeared.. I stopped petrified with fear, A golden tomb stood close and near..

Dust and silt covered the words engraved, "Here lies a great king", they said in gold.. For a minute or two I stood, surveyed, "Here lies a great king......of riches old"

Buried in gold, he lay in peace.. In a tomb under the reddish sky, With these words all acquiesce, "Years to live, and one day we die......"

bluepebbleSandy Depths • Opuss № I