Tales Of Egypt

Ancient Mystery

In awesome grandeur cross all time
Pyramid grand, mystery sublime
Impossible height, a mile around
Questions asked, no answers found

Khufu-built, they called it tomb
Indeed there seems a coffin room
Throughout them all, unless they hide
They’ve never found the dead inside

If pyramids speak, a tongue they lack
No writings found, it doesn’t track
All glyphs are found in other halls
In tombs, mastabas, on the walls

Beside the greatest, Giza’s glory
Rests fabled lion, what’s the story?
It wasn’t wind that made the grain
But constant regular heavy rain

Many signs have tested out
To be too old, without a doubt
To fit with Egyptology
Four thousand years? At least times three!

Star shafts line up from deep within
No human use, they’re much too thin
Point out stars, which at night show
As is above, so is below

Orion’s Belt, with slightest crook
Is seen below, just take a look
In line up with the Nile just so
(which emulates galactic glow)

To match them all, from ground to sky
We travel back to days gone by
Four thousand years is way too rough
Six thousand more, almost enough

To set them all, to know the score
Twelve thousand years, and hundreds four
When desert land and sweet oasis
Were not mainstays of culture’s basis

When deserts bloomed in grass and grain
Supported by the heavy rain
And stars with mystic shafts align
And Giza’s match? Perfect design!

More glorious now the tale’s been told
Thrice the age we've known of old
How much greater then the deed
And left for us, bequeathed indeed