In the valley of the kings
hear plainly
the ghost sighs of slaves
toiling
muscles, strenuous and gleaming
in the scalding sun
pounding upon limestone
hoisting the stones skyward
closer to the gods
Below the surface
cavernous labyrinths
open their arms
to eternal secrets
of kings and queens
and conniving lovers
skeletons of serpents
Clothed in opulence
they now race shadows
in death
colossal pyramids stretch
their spires
waving leisurely
to clouds
searching for paltry respite
to the endless sun
seeking secrets
of ancient seas
knitting the hierarchy
of history
treading through
the dust of time
Sheer power of mortals
engrossed in the awe
of empire building
Centuries of lessons
sketched in hieroglyphics
bespeak the thrill of hidden treasure
legacy and lust
emblazoned and bold
still imprinted upon the sun
About the Creator
Lana Broussard
Lana Broussard writes primarily under the pen name, L.T. Garvin. She writes fiction, poetry, essays, and humor. She is the author of Confessions of a 4th Grade Athlete, Animals Galore, The Snjords, and Dancing with the Sandman.
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