Well, back to the book. It had been waiting with baited breath for Stephanie to write her book on Hatshepsut, why? Because she is a PanHistoria alumnus and one of her writing identities was Hatshepsut and she did a bang up job. So of course I wanted to read her novel when it debuted. Unfortunately, when it appeared on Amazon it was also the start of my Greek Tragedy of a life. I thought that purchasing the Kindle version would help me disappear from my reality but, alas, my "sh@t" was too strong.
Anywho...now that my life is evening out I decided to pick up her book and lo and behold, staring me right in the face was this awesome poem.
In my WIP it is titled: The Lay of the Harpist. It's so fitting as a tribute to a doomed King's Son. But now I must find another verse. Hey, life happens when you're a reluctant author.
"...revel in pleasure while your life endures
And deck your head with myrrh.
Be richly clad in white and perfumed linen;
Like the gods anointed be;
And never weary grow
In eager quest of what your heart desires--
Do as it prompts you too..."