The Sands Of Time
                                              By: Lawrence W Langman (c)

                                               I sat across in awed of
                                               this ancient tomb
                                               the hieroglyphics
                                               filled the entire room.
                                               I thought about
                                               the life's once beheld.
                                               of bygone pharaohs
                                               that once marveled.

                                               Those days of mighty armies
                                               hence of recompense
                                               Palace walls lay await
                                               forcing high defense.
                                               His chariots now shone
                                               all ornate and bold.
                                               Lavished within linens
                                               of emeralds green and gold.

                                               In his hand he now wields
                                               a composite bow.
                                               Of Birch and horn you
                                               now reap what you sow.
                                               The sands run through this
                                               glass that stands for hours.
                                               His Scepter high was carried
                                               by Gods for their true powers.

                                               Strong was his might like
                                               the Sphinx's facade.
                                               Devil was he that rose
                                               in capturing enslaved.
                                               Enrapt in the anger
                                               enraged like the fires.
                                               Quenching his thirst of
                                               his bloodlust desires.

                                               Concurring lands to grow
                                               his empire to reign.
                                               To be written upon a obelisk
                                               throughout his domain.
                                               His sarcophagus was ready
                                               to send to the after life.
                                               Transporting his soul between
                                               worlds of anguish and strife.

                                               Through the stars his essence
                                               shall fly upon it's wings.
                                               Destined to live forever
                                               in a field made for kings.
                                               All his riches donned the walls
                                               of his tomb all encased.
                                               With the gods upon their thrones
                                               opened arms in full embrace.