The Boy King

THE BOY KING Oh youthful monarch of Egypt, so young to die and yet live again. In the nether world a Pharaoh's golden death mask is lain upon A boy king. In silences crypt a stilled figure lies in stacious frozen freeze. Until Ra's first rays kiss the dawn and they embrace in passions Fiery flame. Behold a rebirth an emergence from death's chilling shroud. In the valley of the dead his caucus’s soul walks amongst His ancestral ancestors. Lost deities whom balance the hearts of men Against the feather of truth Speak his name with honor's reverence. Legacy's inheritance a throne built in the shadow, Of hierarchy’s indignation yields, To restorations royal seal barring his title of rebirth Tutankhamen. The great sphinx retracts it's sharpened claws, As this small emperor’s spirit bows with nobility’s, Humblest of respectfulness at his marble feet. Without fears emotions he thus stands all alone, Before this stone giant of idles sacred worship, At his touch this littlest of divine gods, Turns a stone beast into flesh. And beneath the night's blanket of stars, He is welcomed Into the warmth of the lions main. A living creature cradling this child of light, Slowly fallen into dreams eternal sleep once more. In the halls of Karnack a peaceful lullaby plays, Upon invisible instruments, in a gentle soothing. Rhythmic tones the music plays. As a woman's voice sings of a beautiful desert spring, That turns into the Nile's fertile waters, Feeding it's eternal life. And thus the boy king sleeps wrapped in slumbers, Golden fleece, listening to the holy Melody, Which is ancient Egypt. Finally at peace within the kingdom of thieves, A Pharaoh of the golden realm. Hush now beware do not wake him, Or his curse may claim another victim. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN