Little Bear

I smoulder
With each breath I fill my soul
For are you not the everlasting?
Are you not truly wondrous to behold?

I shimmer
With each grain of sand, I wear
Are you not the walker of the night?
Do your eyes not hold a luminous stare?

I shiver
With each cold tomb I feel
Is your name not carved for all to see?
Are you not in death, far more real?
With each statue I draw near
Are you not the angel of my dreams?
Are you not demon, king, beloved of fear?

I swallow
With each drop I take my bequest
For you are AKH-EN-ATEN, Pharaoh, master of death