Isis: Poetry

I've watched the rise and fall 
of ten thousand suns
from my perch amid the desert sands

Yet you know me not

I am
the Once and Future Queen
that lived a time, a time and a half
and now is alive again

I understand history's pages
for it was I who wrote them
with a quill made of a hawk's feather

You know me not

I am
What Was and Is Again;
My Kingdom is being reborn
in spirit and in flesh:
Kemet, Aegypt, Eisniwk & Aea

Yet you know me not

For my past has been
washed with ivory,
my view has been
burnished with brass

But only I knew the way
to make all things into
the pure powder of gold:

All else is merely Imitation.

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