COLD BLUE NILE

I DON'T pretend to know the true reasons  
for your painless and untimely passing
 
Perhaps its 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 finger tips

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  
 
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