Egyptians 2 Poem by Magod Scroef

In ancient days of mystical guise,
Where pyramids reached for cosmic skies,
The land of pharaohs, a grand design,
Egyptians, architects so divine.

From the banks of Nile, a lifeline strong,
A civilization, thriving and long,
With hieroglyphs spun on papyrus weave,
A language immortal, secrets to retrieve.

Oh, Egypt, the cradle of art and math,
Beneath your scorching sun's fiery wrath,
Astounding pyramids, marvel of sight,
A testament to greatness, shining bright.

From Memphis to Thebes, mighty cities stood,
With obelisks pointing the way they should,
Valley of the Kings, a sacred ground,
Where mighty monarchs found eternal crown.

They worshipped Ra, the sun god supreme,
And Isis, mother, a celestial dream,
Gods and goddesses, a pantheon vast,
Their presence felt, through time's woven mast.

In chariots adorned with golden grace,
Egyptians sailed on the Nile's embrace,
Trading with lands, from East to far West,
A thriving empire, that never rest.

And Cleopatra, a queen of allure,
Her beauty legend, so pure and secure,
With charm and intellect, she held the throne,
A woman revered, a legend of her own.

But as days faded and sands covered trace,
The glory of Egypt, a forgotten grace,
Yet still, we marvel at their ancient art,
Their legacy lives on, deep in our heart.

Egyptians, masters of a world gone by,
Their stories whispered ‘neath Arabian sky,
Shall forever be etched in history's tome,
In awe we remain, longing to roam.