A viper coils before him, his knuckles whiten
as he grips arms of the throne, though he is too foolish
to unfasten the ropes that tether an exodus of wrists.
Brothers bound by blood, but adversaries by nature.
Oh, what a turn of events, for the two never expected
to be gazing into the eyes of one another in such a manner.
A series of events unheralded by all. 'Where are my manners?'
he asks, a facade to hide his unease. His face whitens.
Three men ambled into the room. Not what Moses expected.
The Pharaoh smiled. Maybe he had been too foolish--
no. Moses loosened, knowing this was to happen by nature
and spoke, 'Unfetter these people and unbind their wrists.'
The serpent devoured the ones before it and the wrists
of slaves feel free, if only for a moment. His manners
and behavior do not change, but that is by nature.
Moses left the sacred temple, the sun whitened
as he stepped outside into the smouldering desert, feeling foolish.
'Take off your sandals.' God said, words Moses never expected.
Moses did not ask for this life, it was unexpected.
A newborn dropped from the sky, expected to soar, tiny wrists
flailing in midair, but perhaps the Nile will soften his fall. Only fools
plunge through the laden clouds without a place to land. In the manner
of which he nosedived into this life, the rivers would turn to blood, whitening
the faces of many, for this was not a normal occurrence in nature.
Moses struck his staff into the unruly river, and nature
responded. Crimson seeped into the turbid waters, though no one expected
this. The fish perish under the Pharaoh's rule yet his knuckles do not whiten
by a shade, perverse and baring the head of a bull. His wrists
cling to the chair, not bothering to lift a single hand. What manners
did his mother teach him? The same as Moses, though he chose to be a fool.
Smear the blood of sheep on the tops of your doors; only the foolish
refused this notion. The Pharaoh, set in his ways and adamant in his nature
woke to a refrain of death, repeating as a whisper in his ear. In a quiet manner
he lifted the body of his firstborn son and choked, "It's over." and by nature,
they left scavanging the belongings of others without a second thought. Their wrists
free of shackles, Moses led them to the land of milk and honey, the skies white.
The Pharaoh, foolish in his ways, never expected
to be of this nature. Left penniless and with naked wrists,
no jewelry to veil his poor manners, he is swallowed by black and white.
Author's Note: I went ahead and edited through this NaPo poem. Hoping to get some feedback on this since it's more narrative-based than what I usually write. Note that I mainly based this off research. I haven't read the Book of Exodus since I'm not religious, though I still felt the urge to write this. Feel free to point out any inaccuracies here because there are probably a couple. I also wanted to mention this is a Sestina, which explains the structure. That being said, any criticism and comments are welcome and appreciated!