I shiver with the lack of weakness.
These fangs penetrate my open veins as armadas invade my home,
Libraries, pyramids, and armies, predestined to burn with each exhale.
I refuse the opportunity of imprisonment in my own kingdom,
For in my long-awaited death,
I embrace the infinite powers of the stars.
No man may repeat the antiquity of my name,
Or slander my empire as I survive.
This soul is not confined to the chains of humanity
And only chose this flesh to be underestimated.
Tell me Osiris,
Is heaven littered with gold?
Do the Gods speak every Mediterranean tongue?
Sail with me through the night sky that glitters with power,
As this tomb stays hidden from mankind,
So that the world may fail to recognize where my body rests,
And history is brought forth through women.
We are intertwined as cosmic entities,
That lack in seas and politics to separate us.
They can take these desert lands and the bountiful Nile
Because I travel eternally in this new dimension
And those who try to bury me,
Will never live up to my image.
I crush pearls into my wine while they try to chip away my name in hieroglyphics,
When my legacy is immortalized in obelisks
And my blood runs through three empires.
Subjects remember me by my intelligence,
While the Romans fear my sharp, Greek, tongue.
My fertility surpasses the pomegranates of Armenia,
My wit deeper than Dionysus's wine,
The passages in my mind more numerous than the aqueducts of Rome,
And my charm is sweeter than the dates of the Old Testament.
Carve my image into sandstone,
Though my beauty does not wear me,
This shell of my being acts as a siren's trick.
Men will never conquer me in life or death,
As they look for me only with their eyes.
Maybe this great empire was meant to die as I fall,
That way, it remains everlastingly youthful
And life is preserved in every unexcavated tomb in the Valley of Kings.
As the last pharaoh,
The queen of the Gods
I depart for the legacy of this country.
While my slaves await the Messiah,
I leave as a martyr,
A victory to garnish their sins.
VOUS LISEZ
An Ode to Muses to Kalliope
PoésieThis poetry collection explores regret, isolation, philosophy, with a sprinkling of guilt. Historical references are encouraged! If you're just going through the motions of life, whether it be blissful or difficult, these poems are great companions...
