Wednesday, November 26, 2008


Tutankhamun, Carnarvon and Carter

Three men, three intertwined fates, destiny has its own way
Alone in a lifetime, like all men, to walk, to find their day,
In the mists of time to settle their legacies, to choose the words to sway
They met, the day would end, and the three would pass into the haze
Of theories and mysteries, of false curses and faith,
"Death shall come on swift wings to him who disturbs the peace of the King"
Three men, joined by death, discovery, the gold, the name
One a regal Emperor lost to history and then found in modernity
One a Lord, an adventurer, wounded but able to explore and find fame
One a scholar of a distant land that was remembered well
But could only be known through remains and stones
One died possessing the world before him
One died shortly after finding his treasure, his lost king
The last died remembering the scene he saw,
Of wonderful things.