A Pharaoh's Eulogy Poem by Derek Fitzpatrick

This ancient opaque Palace
Walls running red
Of regret & malice
As blood..
Overflow's my chalice
I sit in it drowning.
I am thy seed.
Dreams of truth
Shall dilute,
Unto smoky visions..
Tasting death
On a spring morning
Came beautiful oblivion.

Awaken the Armies!
For,
The dead hath risen.
How will thy feed?
Wine & dine..
On my atrocities
How many must bleed?
To satisfy bloodlust,
& curiosity?
'All Empire's shall fall! '
Quoth the prophecy!
Oracle's have spoken,
'Were out of time,
The hourglass is broken.'

The real King's..
Truly lie,
Deep within
Cavalry's entwined,
With infantry
No royalty.
God's crowned them,
A metallic,
Flesh hungry symphony
Climbing up hills,
Coming down mountains.
Infallible freedom,
Overcame the swords,
& quill's.
There was once a garden,
On this battlefield.
The poor can now
Afford to kill.

On the tongue,
Lies death.
Brave yield to the Brave,
Seer the binding Marionette's! !
The Earth shall quake
Run blindly at death,
Wielding..
Sword, shield & chain
Strike fearlessly,
Beneath the Lion's mighty mane
Oracle's dreary and vein
Count of the fallen
Will forever remain
Unknown..
Set in no stone,
Written in no page,
Inevitably,
None will walk away,
The same.

When they come for me
Mother nature will
Set her garden aflame,
Father time shall
Remove his face,
God's & Deity's
Remain unnamed.
This sudden epiphany,
May end me.
Make man insane
My personal Eulogy:
'Nothing..
has
changed.'