The Pharaoh's Ghost

 The Pharaoh’s Ghost (Egypt)

A Shakespearean sonnet on the weight of antiquity and the flow of the Nile.

The Nile, a silver thread through burning sand,

Still feeds the soil where ancient kings were born,

The Pyramids, like silent sentries, stand

To greet the coming of a desert morn.

Great Cairo hums with wheels and neon light,

While mummies sleep in chambers dark and deep,

A bridge between the modern and the night,

Where secrets of the pharaohs safely sleep.

Though empires rise and fall like shifting dunes,

The Sphinx’s gaze remains toward the east,

To hear the echoes of the olden tunes

Of Alexandria’s long-forgotten feast.

Oh land of myth, your story is not done,

Written in stone beneath a timeless sun