The Boy King

In ancient sands of Egypt's glow,

Where Nile's waters gently flow.

A boy, a king with golden hue,

Ruled lands both old and ever new.

Tutankhamun, the pharaoh's name,

In history, he carved his fame.

A tomb untouched through time's embrace,

Revealed its secrets, his resting place.

With treasures vast, a sight to see,

In death, a glimpse of royalty.

The mask of gold, a king's last gaze,

Echoes through the endless days.

Yet mystery shrouds his fleeting reign,

A life cut short, yet not in vain.

For in the annals of our lore,

He lives, forevermore.