The Pharaoh's Curse

Yet another disturbing nightmare made into poetry. Putrid prince of peace, rotted sorcerer elite. Denied a life of happiness for who he beseech.

The Pharaoh's curse,

Drove him to insanity,

A child from far away,

Begging for an end to his sorrow,

Repentance is all he knew,

"I'm not him but I am."

Lamentation for his old,

His shriveled ways,

As the mother grasps him so,

He prays to his forgotten sister,

"Set! You are cursed!"

Duat, suffer a thousand lives,

As Nephthys cries,

"Isis, you traitor."

You made me hate life,

You made me pay for his sin,

My heart was to shallow for life,

As the goddess clings to my side,

"Render him to flames."

"Each thine day, be impervious."

The cheated prince sobs,

At the forfeit of happiness.

The Pharaoh's curse.

Author's Note

Do not abandon me, Morrigan. Hold fast to my side as I convulse.

Reviews

[Bryad Polis Valentino]

You actually believe these Gods are good? Ha, such does not know them personally. They're only good as far as their legends hold water. All they do is condemn the irrational.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

An excellent and fiesty free verse setting out the legend well and with feeling. The protector of the dead appears angry and I would not invoke her wrath. Love such researched pieces.