The Curse of Nefertiti

In golden chains of bondage, was the royal queen Brought forth, force to kneel, before the newly crowned Pharaoh of Egypt! Branded a heretic, a blasphemer of the Gods, a traitor to Her people, unworthy to wear the serpents double crown, Of upper and lower Egypt! In silence, this once proud princess of the Royal Egyptian court, stands convicted of treason, and Sedition, without a trials voice, guilty is the rulings Judgment, by nobilities closed court of law! Thee Nefertiti are found guilty, and banishment Is the judgement by thy kindred blood, your final Punishment to be given unto the God’s themselves, Let the name and image of she, Nefertiti, be struck, From all monuments, obelisks, and never spoken Of again, so the newly crowned Pharaoh, declared! She was then so expelled into the custody of the Royal priests, and taken beneath the royal throne, Into the hidden temple of the unknown! Deep beneath the golden throne of power, Underneath layers of dust, and mortar stone, Was she so led, before the Alters of Bathe, and Horas? The priests spoke with incantations ancient tongues, Evoking the deities to come forth, tossing sacred Dusts into the burning flames, two figures of smoke Materialized, a large cat Goddess, shimmering in Illuminated torch light, and a dark black God, of death's Underworld kingdom! At the roaring growl of the cat Goddess, Bathe, As a great wind, chilled the temple hall, Priests fell backwards stumbling as to fall! Then as the quivering temple did shake, Horus’s voice, Thundered wide from hells gate, accursed she that Whom stands before me, is to run forever, a beast, Of fur and fangs, never to enter the afterlife beyond. Bathe then stride forward, striking at the bare flesh of Nefertiti, then both deities vanished into thin vapors mists! Shaking as the bloody wound eloped forth red, beauty did Transform, by the illumination of the basking moon above! In sheer pains agony, the once proud Queen of the river Nile Clasped, into a heap upon the floor! The supple flesh of skin tore away, by the sharpened claw, Her tresses of raven black thinned, as a short coat, of animal Fur burst forth, the noble features of beauty, turned awkwardly Inside out, leaving a canine wolfen mask behind, Thy judgment is thus so given, daughter of Pharaoh! Run she, this Nile banshee, howling beneath the Elliptical tidal moon of Egypt, begging from within Side the beast to be freed, from this the corse Of Horas, but the Deity remains silent, and A lone devil hound, runs alongside the Shores of the River Nile! Is this just fantasy’s legend, for no tomb of Nefertiti, Has ever been found, or mummy identified. Yet it is true that many monuments, that bore Her name, were harshly damaged, why or whom did this Remains a question for debate, no one truly knows for sure? But the howling of the Nile wolf does sound, When the moon appears full, and the shadows Encroach, upon it at high tides monsoon! Does the she, Nefertiti, the wolf so wails, In the weeping tongue, Trying to speak her hidden name, Nefertiti, Only a forgotten Deity knows for sure, he And the fallen Queen, whom once called Herself the Living God, the Pharaoh of All Egypt! BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN