Mummy

Mystery wraps around her

A mummy with only the glint of her eyes

In this dark placed filled with phantoms

I cannot make out,

Her shape the brightest

As if death’s second life

Has already consumed her

And we live with the blaze

Of her existence

Feeling it scorch our bones

We, the unnamed masses, who

Get buried in the glorious tomb

As tribute to who she was

And who she will become,

Our lust for her life meaningless

Against the praise we must cast upon her,

And do so out of some deeper

Compulsion we cannot resist,

We consumed by her flames

Slave to her life

Chained to her fate

Stumbling into our own doom

Just to heap praise on her,

We foolishly believing

We have wills of our own

And might – if we wanted – do

Something other than what she demands

The whole time feeling her flames

Engulf us.