Toetanchamon Poem by Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken

Toetanchamon

Buried in gold, yet lost in time,
a boy crowned too soon,
a god trapped in fragile bones.

The desert whispered his name,
the wind carried his story,
but silence held him for centuries.

Then hands broke the seal,
light touched his face once more,
and the world remembered
the king who had been forgotten.

Friday, March 14, 2025
Topic(s) of this poem: forgotten,trapped
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