Egyptian letter

The truth is quite not as easy and people make it out to be

Sometimes I get eaten up that I have to throw it up into the sea

Sometimes I take decisions out of pure protection

The aftermath ruins shows there was a war and maybe some action

So let me tell you a story for as long as this ink can last

About a man who has a war waging in his heart, in forms like Rhaast

His heart burned for her, her presence was gyromagnetic

Her home, an obbsession of his, let's say she was cairo-essentric

But some stories aren't meant to last, some authors would agree

He saw something that was wrong, like a brawl in a dark alley

A familiar road that made his nerve misfire, nerve racking

So he closed the pages, it became a book without writings

The pill he had to swallow wasn't bitter, it was Acetonitrile

Atlantis in how he prefers to build his house in the nile

How could he tell her the reason he quenched the fire wasn't age?

But because they had the same visitor taking centre stage

He understood her, that was the foundation that started the house

Till carnality stepped in, grabbed a blanket and occupied the couch

One hand on the bible asking for wisdom needed for that day

One hand caressing the eagle as it searches for its prey

A familiar pit he knows he has dug before and spent energy leaping out of

An emotion that grew fig roots thick enough to make the earth its anchor

A seed he knows too well, so it was easy to predict the outcome

No need to curse it , drought handled it before the worse ill come

I know he made it look easy, like he took the easier route

He looks like the villain but for this road he had to become Thoth

He does still watch over you , in the little ways that he can

He just didn't want to drag you into a horror flick, in the midst of the sands

So reader, the story could have ended like Kate and Anthony Brigerton

But our screen writer knew there was something more important than fun

Especially when both characters have an itch they can't wait to scratch

The itchier the itch, the larger the scar