Underneath the desert sun,
a young dog still breathes.
Underneath the stone and vines,
a stiff heart still beats.
Cleocatra has damned her,
with no hope or faith,
to live in loneliness
for eternity.
Black teartracks run down her cheeks;
somber memories
of pain, betrayal, of hate---
No, no, never hate.
Once flesh, now just cold, hard stone,
She does not feel hate.
Remembers love of her own kin,
Kin... the queen has killed.
Centuries of solitude,
Taking their toll,
Scarabs crawling over her,
But feel only hope
Statue still, so many years
Happiness falters
Forgetting so much, knowing that
she HATES the queen.
Since the Summer Event just finished up, thought it'd be a a good idea to put up a couple of event submissions! Here's a throwback to last year's Egypt event- a very good poem by Piefan (#530548), definitely an interesting theory about some of the pets!
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