He dreamt about the journey.
The Gods themselves showed him the way.
Forty moons up to the Pillars of the Strait.
Then, he and his court, guided by faith
would reach an unknown new land.
A new country just to be taken,
with gold just to be grabbed.
Fertile soil, uncountable slaves.
The Upper and Lower kingdoms
would seem poor and small
The voyage was prepared using
all the kingdom's resources.
But the Pharaoh died
the night before departing.
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