Eyes observing, as the sphinx

cautiously watches the Pharaoh
   rule. Dusk to dawn, minute by minute,
     secrets fuel. Above, it oversees
the winds of change. Wars, thieves and new rulers . . . nothing’s too strange.
Long, hot, endless days. Exhaustion, broken spirits fend. These slaves . . . no future . . . no           hope. . . raised with no chance of brighter days to cope. With the head of a king and a body of a                  beast, it watches, without a peep, nor sleep. Rain, storm, and war--above the horror.
In the midst, dusk to dawn it looms over seeing the darkest times that rule.