"Egyptian King."

Egyptian King (1) - By J-Van.

A dark,mystic light embraced her etheric presence,
As the glow from the light in their eyes grew dim.
As their prospects grew thin.

What is one to do when one lives with the beyond as a bride?
Forever strapped to one side, along for the ride?

To awaken one sorrow'd morn,
With sudden loss of love to mourn,
To add to endless,descending summer thorns.

Brutal parch and standard,stranded desert scorn; winds
Fever'd and torn.
To arrive at the interval,the encounter - the long awaited,
Withheld embrace -

Only to come face to face with the dream realm divider,
The fight for lost grace.

Witness be laid to collapsing of faiths,of states of haste.
For she who hath gone before him,
Hath lured him to taste..

Of fruits of ambrosia,revealing elixir -
Her potion of nature
Placed below him,betwix't her.

Yet how he missed her!
Marooned outside the sphere.
No escape from the dome.

Pure capture,precision..
At death's bridge, her new
Home.

Her blade struck low,sunk deep,
Yet resonated with a feeling of the deep,
Distant resemblence,of lifetimes past.