King Tut's Curse

Holographic forms formed life anew. As colorful lives on walls came true. These walls that held secrets from the past, Ancient secrets hushed unveiled at last. Hieroglyphs now waking with the dead, Deciphering gold mask upon the head Of the child King whose scepter he held tight Which morphed him into manhood overnight. Treasures that surround him in his tomb, His afterlife contained within that room. Unwary of the fate that will befall Archeologist's lives to one and all, Of the curse of death soon to transpire, Destroying fame and dreams of their desire. King Tut, his wrath now unleashed to defend Desecration of his eternal end. © May 29, 2016 Any Poem You Ever Wrote NOT For A Contest - Poetry Contest Sponsor Broken Wings Note: In Thebes Egypt in the Valley of the Kings in 1922 Archaeologist Howard Carter discovered the 3,000 year old tomb of the Pharaoh Tutankhamun (aka King Tut) When Howard Carter opened the burial chamber of King Tut it was the first time anyone had seen the burial chamber of a Pharaoh, untouched since the Pharaoh's death in 1333 BC, the tomb was full of King Tut's possessions he would need in his afterlife. There was thought to be a curse of death on those disturbing his remains.