The Pharaoh's Scarabe Necklace
I was trudging with deep thirst amid scorching sand dunes,
when suddenly the desert wind
hurled me against an ancient tomb;
and as the swivel door swiftly opened, my fear increased.
What was this mysterious, mystic place...
beneath one of the Great Pyramids
embellished by massive sphinxes?
Why did the Egyptians believe in after-life?
Scary mummies in long, beautiful
hand-painted sarcophaguses appeared,
and the foul smell induced more dread
than an imminent vomit...I screamed!
And into that labyrinth of adorned walls,
I couldn't find an exit...painted faces
and sacrificial eyes hunted me all the while...
was I going to be their next victim?
I heard chariots wheels screech...
they were coming for me, I panicked,
a pang pierced my chest encroached by hands...
and glancing at those mystical frescoes, I fled!
And running faster than a tiger, trying to catch my heavy breath,
I collapsed into the coldest corner crying out,"God, please help me!"....
No human voice echoed but mine in the hallways of the Pyramid;
how would I have been been able to combat anxiety, fear or even death?
I found myself by the tomb of Tutankhamun's,
he didn't seem dead, but vividly alive and well...
and he kindly smiled, handing me his scarabe necklace...
saying, "Take it and end the curse of the robbers!"
Why didn't he punish me for disturbing his peace?
Sudden death could have been experienced by me!
What ever happened to the Anubis guarding his tomb
and treasury? Did the Pharaoh send it away to warn me?
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