Rest

Rest

As I lay me down to rest,

Lay the hammer across my chest.

Feel the steel so chilled and cold,

Keep it there ‘till time grows old.

As I lay me down to rest,

Lay the sickle across my chest.

Feel the warmth of leather cured,

Into me the warmth is lured.

Dozens of servants to rest with me,

Knowing there’s nowhere to flee.

Stone surrounding, closing in,

And the light will still grow dim.

Golden priests, line by line,

All to put coins on my eyes.

Close my eyes as I go to sleep,

And across the Nile my soul will keep.