Forever, Preserved In Gold Poem by Mark Heathcote

Your heart has a scarab amulet placed over it
The beetle of Egypt dances in the sands of time
It'll build a pyramid one grain at a time over you
Place a sphinx at the foot of you
And it will all look to distant looters sublime
In soulful serenades the sun of yesterday
Enamelled blue and green will tell a story
No one will believe but a scarab beetle
A King and I, who once fell in love with you,
There are heathens amongst us
But your heart was forever preserved in gold?
Just so this nomad's endless story could be told.