Beauty of a Golden Age
Inside a silent tomb
rests a woman,
who is wound up
like the way a spider
winds a fly. The priests,
with white robes
and the eye of Ra
glittering on their chests,
wound her with spells
that wouldn't let her soul
be consumed by time.
Time slowly creeps like a spider,
slowly opening up its jaws
to people and things who are
easily forgotten.
As Pharaoh's daughter,
and favorite of the Nile gods,
time would never fade
away her memorable beauty
and charm written on her tomb's
walls, with writings of immortality....
Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2016
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