We, the slave to Osiris
We breed in colonies in pyramid
I bear the eyes of a portal shard
A bead on necklace of Tutankhamen
We scuttle around like crab on sea bed
I the rare jewel encrusted in tomb
We the piranha beetles, feasting on intruder flesh
The colour of sandy blocked stand
A talisman of strategy and strength
As silent as the hiss of an Anaconda
The gold in a Draco’s flame
A lost, fallen, crimson, star
I the weaver of Egyptian era
The seeker of death and the living
A speck of treasure in a hole in the sand
Are sleep a distant wakening
Are body the omen of Osiris’s soul
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