Egyptian Solstice (Part-3) Poem by The Power_Palace.Poet_Union.Order Sir.

Egyptian Solstice, oh ancient rite
A fire burns, in the heart of the night
Majestic pyramids, stand tall and true
As the sun sets, a magic ensues
The sky turns crimson, the sands grow gold
A sacred ceremony, centuries old
Drums start to beat, in a steady flow
As dancers gather, to put on a show
Beneath the moon, a goddess appears
With a radiant aura, that calms all fears
Her voice echoes, through the desert land
Bringing peace and harmony, to those who stand
The air is still, as the music plays
A mystical tune, that takes us away
To a land of pharaohs, and divine kings
Where the secrets of the past, still sings
On this Egyptian Solstice, time stands still
As we honor the gods, with utmost will
The stars align, in a perfect alignment
As we embrace the magic, without any confinement
The fire flickers, as the night grows dark
But the dancers' movements, leave a lasting mark
With every turn, and every sway
They bring us closer, to the ancient way
The smell of incense, fills the air
As we offer prayers, with utmost care
To Ra, the sun god, who blesses us with light
And to Isis, the goddess, who guides us through the night
Egyptian Solstice, a time of rebirth
As we shed our old skin, and leave behind hurt
The drums grow louder, as the night grows long
As the rhythm takes over, and we all belong
To this moment, where the past and present meet
Where the veil between worlds, becomes discreet
Ancestral spirits, dance among us
As we honor their legacy, without any fuss
The desert winds, whisper secrets untold
As the dancers spin, in a mystical hold
Their bodies painted, in symbols and signs
As they call upon the spirits, from ancient times
The fire starts to die, as the night comes to an end
But the magic and energy, will forever transcend
We bid farewell, to this sacred night
As the sun rises, with a blinding light
Egyptian Solstice, a fleeting moment in time
But in our hearts, it will forever shine
For we have witnessed, a sacred ritual unfold
And our souls have been touched, by the gods of old
As we return to our world, filled with modern ways
We carry with us, the memories of these days
Of the fire, the drums, and the desert sky
And the magic of the Egyptian Solstice, never to die.



Authorship by Mr. Dashaun Rashod Snipes
©️ Mr. Dashaun Rashod Snipes
®️ Egyptian Solstice