Ramses

While the moon shines bright o’er the Sphinx In a land of sand so far A pharaoh holds his dying son While praying to a star He challenged the word presented him His feelings never bent Upon him then a curse was placed As death to the son was sent The first born child was marked with death As a result of his father’s denial Had the pharaoh heeded the word No death would be on the Nile But, alas, he hadn’t, many had died As a result of his own ignorance Lives could have been spared, had he listened And bowed to His magnificence