Beneath Eternal Oceans Of Sand

In the cosmos



There is balm as well as bitterness



And that balm is Nepenthe.



Yet underneath endless oceans of sand



I have not forgotten



Those who had betrayed me.



Silent and unmovable,



I am not sorry



For I had hated the light.



Now I ride with the undead



Across the night-sky



And play by day



Amongst the catacombs of Nephren-Ka



In the sealed and unknown



Valley of Hadoth by the Nile.



I know that light is not for me



Save that of the moon over the rock tombs of Neb



Nor any debauchery save the unknown feasts of Nitokris



Beneath the great pyramid.



But in the loneliness of entombment,



I welcome the bitterness of alienage.