Older Than Egypt

I touch your hand

And your arm falls off.

I pat your back,

You begin to cough.

My eyes look down

At your twisted face,

And I must admit,

With distaste!

Older than Egypt are you.

Paler than toothpaste are you.

Drier than desert sands

Are the shriveled lips you gave me.

Gloomier than graves are you.

Weaker than slaves are you.

Devil, not angel: hell, not Heaven.

Are you to me.

And when you die and decay

Inside my tomb

And fill my coffin up with dust,

Then…

                        Older than Egypt am I.

                        Drier than deserts am I.

                        Witch and Warlock,

                        Mummy and Thing

                        Am I with you.