The Pyramid’s muse

Remains of the pyramids abound

in the sand and the desert around

No whisper of a sound would dart

there was love for the pyramid to start

 

There were halcoyn days ahead

to commemorate the pharoah instead

To cajole the favour from Gods

to cut with the chisel the bods

 

I must run and not take a cart

must I wait under the sun as my part

to play the subuterfuge to mar

as the heavnly cut chipped scar

 

I must now send a kiss

for the pyramd to never miss

an act to stall

to see through storm pall

 

The grandeur of Pyramid in desert

and to remain it as the love’s tarrot

Her slender hands hold the card

the pyramids still rise straight and hard

 

She waited for love to come and heal

with the pharoah’s seal.

While he drowned in the well

only to see him tell

 

the tale of pyramid’s promise

to hail the hero with tarrot surmise

All he need was to choose

a heavenly pyramid’s muse

 

 

 

 

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