PRETTY
Walls made of hubris,
my neck never craned.
Strategies gifted with a bow.
I buried your box of secrets
behind enemy lines.
Granted absolution.
A truce - will you take it?
Never, no quarter.
Undefeated and proud.
Your Una mask slips
to see a mob set in motion.
Crimes of your Lion,
they say "just following orders".
Frenzied warfare by proxy.
I had studied the stage.
Your offence plans laid bare.
Tucked in my shell,
took it all on the chin.
I summoned my army.
Their blows asymmetric, exponential,
and cunning.
A dungeon dragon ignited.
Here we go, KO.
I have a secret, too.
Check your cup, there's an etching.
Drink up.
You, dear, look thirsty,
and me, well I'm pretty.
ON MEETING THE GODS
You radiate heat like the desert sun.
The metallic smell of your wrath.
My muscles tense at your power,
soften at your grace.
Witnessed by the Eye of Ra.
Will my mind be placed on the scales, too?
Thoughts agile as moonbeams,
heavy as sarcophagi.
7000 scribes and Nile waters of ink record them.
The feather wins.
My heart beats the beat of every heart
that first sparked in your womb.
Great Mother,
I am a lotus adrift in the Flood.
Roots tethered to you.
I entered your Domain to seek the Divine.
Devoured by the depths, then I found you.
You collected the pieces of my annihilated soul.
The Dawn.
A Sun born anew.
