Tomb of the Pharoh

"What it must be like,
…to lay in the tomb of the Pharoh?
Locked in with memories, in the dark and the silence.
What it must be like,
…to be wrapped as a mummy?
I wonder aloud, beneath tons of stone, surrounded by sand.

I play with these thoughts, over eons and ages,
Centuries pass, in the blink of an eye…
Surrounded by riches, yet covered in dust_
Wrapped so secure, I can’t even move!
What have I done, why am I here?

The son of a man, who claimed to be God…
His knights and his court, all were so mortal!
No-one cares much, for an innocent man.
‘Guilty’; they shouted, concluding my fate,
The Pharoh himself, reading the sentence!

The horror, the torture…they pulled out my organs,
My heart, lungs and brains, until I was silent…
All with precision, but forgetting my soul!
My innocent soul!
For eons and ages, I remember these things.

Buried to serve, as a slave in his tomb,
Yet wounded in battle and killed in a war…
The master was lost and I am alone.
A pyramid sealed and forgotten by time,
A temple so empty, my soul often questions:

What it must be like,
…to lay in the tomb of the Pharoh?
Locked in with memories, in the dark and the silence.
What it must be like,
…to be wrapped as a mummy?
I wonder aloud, beneath tons of stone, surrounded by sand."

Created: October 29, 2000r.
Last Updated: March 28, 2001r.