Desert Whisper Poem by Neferkare Anak

A horn sounds in the distant sands.
The wind is intense blowing into my face.
I turn to my guards and say,
“ Go back to the city, the desert will not harm me for I am just a visitor that seeks peace.”
They go back to the city of where it is said I was born.
I am a royal but not the kind of royal you see.
Born into the royal family raised to be the king.
I seek peace for my kingdom of which is in pain.
I come before many to see of what has happened to my people.
I go into the desert to find what I need.
I seek the truth of my people and me.
I seek the hope and dreams that I have lost.
I seek nothing but the truth.
The sun is upon me as I travel farther in.
The desert is a wonder of all life.
The world of which I sit on everyday has answers that I need.
With agony I fight to go to the city of the old. The gates close behind me as I walk into the desert.
A scarab passes my path,
I am not scared by it but I wonder.
How do they survive in a climate with no water.
I look where it has gone and see,
A home of rocks and sand.
I pass the great shrine of a great king of the Lost Desert. Where I stand is the place of the sun.
I look where it is now, In the west of the setting sun.
The east is filled with stars that cross every mile, every length of time. The pyramid forms shadows across the barren land. Here I climb to the top and see the whole desert of life and death.
My paws etch into the sandstone with dynamism. The scarf over my head falls to the ground with a whisper, which is never to be heard.
The crystals of my clothes begin to ease. I look up to the top; I am here where the sun touches the sky,
Where the earth and the heavens are one.
I am atop of life and I look out to see happiness and hope in the people of the Lost Desert.
Is this my answer to the desert? I may not know but I know my people need my help for ever and ever