Half-Sisters: Chapter 1 Though gold sunlight shafted through her bedchamber’s window, Pharaoh Sekhmethotep lay sprawled and still on her bed, staining the linen sheets gray with her perspiration. Her short woolly hair cushioned her against the headrest as she gazed at the mudbrick ceiling with half-shut eyes. Only the birds twittered outside while Sekhmethotep hummed a childhood lullaby to herself. Given all that afflicted Kemet these days, she needed all the rest she could get more than ever before. Rapping on wood shattered her peace once again. Sekhmethotep sprang off the bed, wiping her dark brown forehead dry, and staggered to the bedchamber door muttering curses under her breath. “What is it this time?” she asked. “For the last time, don’t give me that attitude, young lady!” Djadao, her fat old Vizier, said from behind the door. “You mean ‘Your Majesty’, don’t
Requiem of The First Pharaoh - PoemThe land thrives, rulers are born,Wars wage to the sound of the horn,The Blood flows, empires rise,Civilizations reign under kings so wise,The chip of stone, the clang of bronze,The worship of gods almighty dawns,The ages wear on, all realms fade,Temples of wonder are now ruins decayed,The land reforms, the kings are gone,But the sands of time always move on.
Her MajestyHer Majesty surveys from her tawny palace's balcony.Her father the Sun cozies her with his light's embrace.Snow-pale linen enwraps her midnight-dark frame,A slender build but her curves are gentle.Gold and gems gleam around her neck and arms,But her cobra-hood crown burns brightest of all.Her Majesty leans against the columned railing.Fishers' reed rafts bob on the dazzling Nile,While crocodiles slither past the ranting hippos.Papyrus and palms sway along the black banks.The kingdom's young crop rests below the water's edge.Mud hut villages chatter in two tongues.They are the voices of men and the thumping of drums.Her Majesty inhales the sweet lotus scent.The twin towers of the temples' pylon gatesSting her eyes with their holy white glow.Among these the obelisks point skyward,Spears of stone engraved with pictures.Highest of all rise her ancestors' tombs.These limestone mountains have golden peaks.Her Majesty sighs with tears glossing her cheeks.She brings the fl