04-06-2013, 06:23 PM
No editing done here...fresh out of the crate so lots of editing for later I'm sure.
Howard Carter
Into the valley of Kings you strode, into the valley of Kings.
No map or road to a known abode, just hollow, vacant chimes
of dried bones. And sleeping stars, that gazed unblinking eyes
from ancient lights that have long since seen decay;
watched and guided as you mapped and sampled, sketched
and crawled your chiselled and cloaked invading form. Raiding
lost memories, of wind erased and sand chased rulers, who sleep
enrobed in masked beauty, enthroned in plaster palaces, underground.
From your darkened couch can you see, millions of years of wonderful things?
Do they shine like those first stars that shone within the opening tomb?
(On his gravestone is written: "May your spirit live, May you spend millions of years, You who love Thebes, Sitting with your face to the north wind, Your eyes beholding happiness" and "O night, spread thy wings over me as the imperishable stars").
Howard Carter
Into the valley of Kings you strode, into the valley of Kings.
No map or road to a known abode, just hollow, vacant chimes
of dried bones. And sleeping stars, that gazed unblinking eyes
from ancient lights that have long since seen decay;
watched and guided as you mapped and sampled, sketched
and crawled your chiselled and cloaked invading form. Raiding
lost memories, of wind erased and sand chased rulers, who sleep
enrobed in masked beauty, enthroned in plaster palaces, underground.
From your darkened couch can you see, millions of years of wonderful things?
Do they shine like those first stars that shone within the opening tomb?
(On his gravestone is written: "May your spirit live, May you spend millions of years, You who love Thebes, Sitting with your face to the north wind, Your eyes beholding happiness" and "O night, spread thy wings over me as the imperishable stars").