Egyptian Dawn
by Michael Romani

Mercury drips
Leading to madness
Shake of her hips
Only leads to sadness

Death
Is not the end
Evil held down
To where it was meant to descend

Out of time
Out of place
A grave robber's crime
Likened to a slap in the face

High priestess
Rises from the darkness
She arises
In her starkness

A mirage of dunes
With alluring eyes
Egyptian moons
Formed as a murder of ravens despised

(c) November 21, 2017  Michael Romani
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