From the eye in the tomb,
silent safety and sanctity lingers.
The living scarab scuttles,
dashes through the airless atmosphere,
as if playing a role in a mummified movie,
The transformation of the once living body,
became his spirit as in death it lies.
From the goodness of human existence,
to once enriched by death.
Moving from a life in status.
Unto the world of Gods and spirits.
Such union between life and death,
rests only in the spirit world,
within the pyramid's design.
Resting noiselessly in eternity.
After birth came death,
a cyclical circle,
an eternal pattern emerges,
while the cadaver lay,
He's peacefully at rest.
Safety in the ancient tomb,
his safety laying there.
Until the robbers came.
(C) Livvi