Sonnet 2

Great and mighty and monumental tomb
Built up solid and riddled with puzzles
Most of the ways lead to a certain doom
The others lead to where the dead nuzzles
The passage to where the dead rule the land
Is littered with gold and jewel and gem
Touchèd by a once powerful kin's hand
Droppèd carelessly as they carry them
Hurried to enjoy them in the next life
Long after the threat of the king is gone
Thieves then plunder the once great and strong king
Taking all they can to fill up this life
Forever cursed in the next life with strife