I dreamed that Luxor’s fane again was made
To rise into the sky with special guile.
Its squat and mighty pillars in a style
That long ago were lost to Time’s parade.
The summer moon came up, a serenade
I heard, that drifted out across the Nile
Sung by a girl whose voice could sure beguile
A statue cast in bronze or carved from jade.
Then in my dream I strode stupendous halls
Whereon were painted gods in pastel hues
And giant Pharaoh lined the titan walls
In moon glow lit with yellows, greens and blues.
Then I felt a cold most chilling breeze,
Before me stood the ghost of Rameses.
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Submission Name: In Luxor
