The taste of stillness;
Sensations dance
… along dimly lit walls;

Flickering shadows.
To what will come;
Comforts…

Gently kiss noble asp;
Make still my essence.

Grant glories to the scent
And heed these candles call,
Aken!

The ferryman knows;  
It is I, Isis!
… awaiting within my tomb;

To take triumph
… over empires
And, bid Ma’at
… make ready the scales.

A mute tongue speaks,
Now, even I must obey.
Take me, take me now,
… beyond the veil;
…to my most noble love.

Venom seeps deep to the breast;
Still warmth, trickles slow…

Truth drips of love;
Flowing trials;
Blessings of surrender

My Beloved goes in advance;
Does desire deceive?

… am I the fool?
Is now, pleasing time?!

Or, is love stronger
… than all defeat?

Come; Come
Take me to the land of Reeds.  

Charms beguile…

My bed waits;
My dead-book, done;
Shimmers of gold, ready;
Royal garments adorn!

I am Phoenix!
I am Queen;

I am Pharaoh!

To my glory;
My, Mark Anthony!

The cosmos awaits.