The Last Pharaoh

I glance at the stars every now and then,
reminder of the flames that created men,
there- Orion with Egypt at his feet,
guarding the Pharaohs magic hiding place while they sleep,
African gold in its purest state,
could never grant men entrance into their infinite gates,
only the unextinguished beings of light,
may enter the Holy of Holies in its highest heights,
immortal magic their eternal birthright-
I glance at the stars every now and then,
while the Pharaohs sleep- 'til I join them.