The Wild Storm

a short poem my friend novy wrote for me

He’s an old sweet spirit born long ago,
buried in pyramids kings we do know.
Destination exciting remains unknown,
royalty seeks to uncover the past sown.

Believable adventures soliciting motion,
adorable tropical dreams on the ocean.
Noble's interactive with paradise refrained,
knowing wild storms can’t be contained.

Memorable events by spectacular chance,
loving deeply voicing unexpected rants.
His blood line deep as the churning Nile,
look into his eyes see that Egyptian smile.

Do not turn your back on a warrior true,
Wickedly and arrogant he will deal with
You!