The Doomed Hero

Harmachis
The name that spells doom
Men bowing their heads low
To a woman’s whims
Forgetting the everlasting fruit
Mother Isis promises
Upon the cursed tongues
Her name appears in times of
Despair

Harmachis
The name that speaks of hell
And a deathless punishment

From the curves of she, who
Neither grieves nor loves,
Harmachis
Becomes the lore of
Utter agony and revenge

Love is nothing more than an irony
And the biggest of them all
Comes from between a
Woman’s thighs where
Men find temporary
Worship

Forever leaving the
Permanent shrine of truth
Shutting off all spaces for the
Light to come through until the
Mystery engulfs life and settles
Between your rotten bones, masking
Itself as an eternity of blackness, of death.

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This poem was inspired from a character from one of my recent reads ‘Cleopatra’ by H. Rider Haggard who has a brilliant and unique way of story-telling. It’s an amazing tale of Harmachis, the lost prince & a priest, who is on a quest to get back his rightful ownership of the land of Egypt but first, he’ll have to overthrow the current monarch, Cleopatra and to do that, he has to make sure to not fall victim to her charms and beauty.

All in all, It’s an impeccable story, an absorbing read for someone like me.

The tale unfolds through the papyrus rolls that have been recently discovered by an archeologist. It goes on as a translation of three of those ancient rolls written by the doomed prince himself, Harmachis.