Tutankhamon

Tutankhamon Invocation

Hail unto thee O Pharaoh,

Golden mask found tomorrow,

With lapis eyes forged anew

Watching over the Egypt you once knew.

Who could say what they found

In that hole in the ground?

Was it gold or godly treasure

Or just a curse of thy measure?

Harken unto olden times

When words held such melodious rhymes,

The birds, the doves, the Ibis one

Worshipped in the temples done.

Hurried the plunderers took

Of God and Earth both were shook.

Gone are they whose stolen life,

Cannot yet find thy adoring wife.

How is thy golden lion?

Is he cursing over the fiends of Zion?

Those slaves that built up Pi-Ramses

And contained that famous, fabulous disease.

From rock and grain of sand they bear

Of ragged linen the commoners’ wear,

Do the excavators dig in relentless Sun,

Of conquests and cities thy spear hath won?

O Tutankhamun of Egypt’s glory

Has come amid the Pharaoh’s story,

For hence has arrived the enemy of Ra

In the form of a plunderer’s candelabra.

Lover of Life they say in the tavern

From Khafra’s lips to the smallest cavern.

No one knows what lies the people say

If in the end only they would pay.

Your death is a mystery to them

Of Brier and Budge and Zahi’s whim,

Only you know the asp you allowed

To bite through thy arm you shallowed.

Bob Brier says you were murdered!

Of Ay and Horemhab both conspired!

Does he know the truth you buried

In that tomb so quickly hurried?

From ducks and lions of thy hunting

People say you were bluffing,

Who can say a meager Pharaoh

Can conquer the jungles from that morrow?

Syrians, Nubians, and Hittites all

Who sang the praises from Pharaoh’s fall,

Did not win the battles of immortal hearts that be

Nor in the afterlife you promised me.

O Sing the songs of the Neteru

From Narmer and Thutmose and old Khufu,

Who is the best king of late

Whom even Ankhesenamon could never hate?

Eternal life, golden couch, and offerings

Once laden with such finer things,

Given up on death’s steel floor

Never again will you deplore.

From Hatshepsut’s tomb we see

The Plan of Gods gone with thee,

Afterlife music channeled through air

Amid the songs sung in there.

Mummy’s Curse people say it was

That slew Carnarvon with Ammot’s jaws,

Or was it Fate in centuries told

Of Pharaoh’s wrath nine hundred fold?

O Pharaoh of the Golden Horus

Guardian of the Blue Lotus,

Eternity is yours to live

And the vengeance that the ancients they give.

We found but a small alabaster Chalice,

Not unlike one Cleopatra’s Palace,

And if the words spoke to your heart do shine

Mixed in magic and good wine.

Then you will conquer all your foes,

From rebirth unto next life’s woes,

And forever be the victory

Of Tutankhamon’s magical weaponry.

One more word must be said

So they never again could be dead,

Your fame, your words, your deeds do declare,

In eternity and immortality, in one newborn’s tear.

That you never died a mortal death,

For evermore you can saith,

Olden age once and reborn flower

Destroys all corruptible power.

Golden One of centuries’ dust

In one iron dagger’s rust,

When ceremony and pomp both do fail,

That thy reign always prevail.

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