Oh, a midnight flight through the poison night,
and a fast ride up to Karnak.
And in the haunting, wanting, morning light,
The sky has donned it's green and black.
Escape we now towards the tomb ahead,
No more I brave for evil things,
For Osiris my lord is lying dead,
His soul but waits on airy wings.
My sight is blocked, by sulphur fog, it seems,
The drone of bells has drenched my ears,
I've seen this sight before, in my dreams.
The Necromancer follows clear.
The cold gray dunes my horse kicks up show me,
Capes of flesh upon their shoulders
A Styx of sand and riding on this sea,
These emaciated soldiers !
In violent wind they march still slow and on,
With bronze chipped bows, and glowing swords,
To cut us down, we are the pharaoh's son,
commanded by the mage's words.
A hollow face, and I then understand,
There be skeletons on my trail !
And surrounded, we pause, me and my band,
Look for an exit, no avail !
Someday a cross will stand upon
This, my grave of a sand-made hill
I face the millions, knowing I'm gone
The Necromancer smiles still.
YOU ARE READING
The Collected Poetry
PoetryPoetry published May 2012- May 2013 (Written 2003-2013) Dedicated to my sister, those who followed in Viper's footsteps, and America.
