We know
He was a royal
With all due care
His flesh was supple
Kept in pristine perfection
Yet the soul has fled
The organs are fresh
Despite the veins fully bled
His royal demeanor
Clearly evident
In his state
Prepared for the afterlife
Surrounded by slaves
And willing servents
All dead
He was ready
To ascend
To the sky of Aten and Ra
His body remained
But the spirit
Long since had left
