Orb of the First Dynasty, Queen Merneith,

Scattering spellbound in search of this utopia Minds-eye in shortfall dissects one's monopoly Through no choice of own approach it sloppily, Exude to a position such promised, Ethiopia- As the diminishing dream on landscapes ensemble The probate illusion of Queen of Egypt's daughter Who proceeds through this escapade of slaughter And who am I forgiving one or either? I tremble. Having reached two thousand years without absorb Of having travelled miles, indeed was bronze; Such ghastly size these statues, long lost sons With indications seen through my crystal orb. Precious filling educated, siphoning the syllable Retracted.., words of larger scale were of faith Those who muttered sounding, Queen Merneith, -Alluring dynasties as Anedjib's was, as a fable- Engulfed over as subsidiary benefactors cannibal Over some archaeological find, for at the centre, No godly size can interpret that this magenta, Haze of gross sufficient was the alluring spectacle. Expedient gauge eclipse this as the inferno; And making this voyage with the help of a globule, Whose crystal awareness has forgotten the rule, That language hosts devise quoted, 'quid pro quo'.