Deity of wars,
Devourer,
Defender,
Domesticated, yet wild at heart.


She cast her light and protection upon the Middle Kingdom and Upper East,
Blessing the soil and crops upon which her followers jubilantly feast.

Do they dare forsake her?


Suppressed ferocity,
Longing to break free of that which entombs her.
The shrine lies in ruins,
yet nine times immortalized.

In her eyes that see all,
Lay a world lost for so long,
Brought back to life by her awakening roaring song.

She claws at the sky and rekindles the flame,
She slips through the gates of time unscathed and scalds those who fail to do the same.

Her eye became The Sun,
Her other eye, The Moon.
Her blood became The Nile,
And she encouraged her children to drink of it,
An unswayed symbol of the eternally nubile.