PharaohThe pharaohs are dead.
Their sarcophagi lie in modern museums,
their bodies ground for philters long ago.
No candle charms this pharaoh's eye
and no elixir draws him to my flame.
Oh, I may wrap my limbs in myrrh and linen,
chant my mantras on and on for years
and never bring him nearer.My magic fails me,
I have no skill with spells or pentagrams.
The dead are dead,
and he will molder more
before I ever pull him back.Karen Tellefsen
kat2@mindspring.com