Egyptians Poem by Magod Scroef

In sands of time, where secrets lie,
The ancient land, where sphinxes cry.
Egyptians, with mystic grace,
Unveil their world, a sacred space.

Around the Nile, life's tapestry weaves,
Pharaohs' ashes watch over their keeps.
Pyramids loom, like mountains above,
Guarding the tombs, their eternal love.

Hieroglyphics etched on temple walls,
Whispers of gods, as nightfall calls.
Isis and Osiris, deities divine,
Blessing the sands, with powers that align.

Pharaohs adorned with golden threads,
Egyptian Queens, crowned on their heads.
Cleopatra's charm, a timeless allure,
An empire thriving, forever secure.

Priests and priestesses, in temples pray,
Offering incense, for a brighter day.
Ankhs and scarabs, symbols of life,
Guiding souls past, in afterlife's strife.

The Nile's fertile soil, a gift they receive,
Harvests abundant, to help them believe.
Papyrus scrolls, the wisdom they keep,
A civilization flourishing, so deep.

From Memphis to Thebes, the cities majestic,
Palaces grand, beyond earthly aesthetics.
Embracing the mystic, unraveling the lore,
Through Pharaohs' reign, forevermore.

So let us travel, to that sacred land,
Where ancient wisdom continues to stand.
The legacy of Egyptians, forever renowned,
In history's pages, their secrets are found