Nathrangking

Poem 8

                                                                Twin Rule

Sands of most burning gold spread across a barren realm rise upon the mighty breath of Shu and attempt to sweep clean existence of human flesh. Horus is tossed from on high into the embrace of cowering Anubis and Osiris. All of Maat trembles in unmitigated terror as even Set lord of the red lands is taken from his throne and buried alive. Nephthys and Isis with all of their magics cannot stand against this storm. Waves of shattered glass and locusts do not diminish the destruction that comes. Cities are completely swallowed by this absolute and inconsolable rage in a way that leaves these bastions of life forgotten for the rest of time. Temples crumble as the offerings to the gods are stolen by the lord of the winds. Geb cries as his power is taken from him and used to crush the children of Ptah. Nut weeps at the madness that is leaving only chaos in its wake as the scales are sundered. Ra is caged and his crowns are reduced to memory alone.

From the void comes a voice, a song so pure that it purges the souls of those who hear it of any kind of fear. The singer comes forth bearing no sword or shield. There is no bow nocked in her hand. A trumpet and notes from the throat of the goddess of all goddesses are that which now slams into the ocean of death. She produces notes that bring tears even to the ears of the evil one whose command started this war. Her trumpet is mightier than any army that has ever risen to do battle. It freezes the sands where they fly and returns them to their place far below with the crying lord. One chord shatters Ra’s cage and frees the master of the sun once again to rule and do his sacred tasks. Healing raises Horus and chains Shu on the border that sits between Heaven and Earth. He who rules the sun removes the crowns of the upper and lower worlds and places them upon the savior’s head. In mercy, Shu is banished to serve Osiris and this supreme goddess is empress of all for all time.