I DON’T pretend to know the true reasons…   
for your painless and untimely passing
 
Perhaps it’s a choosing of your very own…   
from birth to life and gold crested tomb
 
Your blood flows through the Nile   
in blue scarf and flowing lace   
a scarab traces your fingertips
 
I don’t intend to shift the drifting sands   
that pulse within this great desert land   
the bitterness of your love is sweet and dry   
A baked nectar in sun-drenched skies
 
The desert rose has fallen ill   
a pale rider grins and rings the bell   
And crimson ozone burns and smells   
As moisture beads glisten in hell
 
You were the Queen of Egypt in my land   
untold lovers you slept with now lay in sand   
But the gods of love and war now smile in peace   
Since you’ve turned cold from a Blue Nile death