Tutankhamun

His age asked no ease Yet death took the toll His people were deprived of a king, When a new civilisation unearthed. He was the youngest king and the youngest to die. As the drums beat in the dusty dawn of the Sahara A wooden Egyptian table was laid and his guts, Were spilt open for mummification. Egypt wept, the Nile drenched and the Sahara quenched As they watched a young king wrapped up, And prepared for the after life. His visions went down with him and much wasn't said of him So recent generations only considered him a boy king Until Howard Carter revealed to us his tomb Stuffed with gold more pure and beyond imagination " The mummy returned but not alone " Today we call him the golden king The son of Akhenaten The greatest pharaoh !!!