beneath a luminous moon
gleaming bright against the khol-black sky
she stands
palms raised in supplication
words of a tongue long lost to mankind
a tribute to gods thought forgotten
spilling from her lips
the sands shift beneath the feet of followers
in the lee of the spinx
contemplating his riddle
moonrise brings a chorus of voices
each one a priestess in white linen
marked with the eye
a tattoo of devotion upon olive skin
somewhere in the course of time
these things were lost
we bring them back in our memories
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