Written as part of a “Word a Day” prompt at the House of Netjer forums.
As darkness lines the rivers sandy shores,
the air grows heavy with Her burdened sigh
in yearning for the days long gone before,
in want for ardent prayers to hear reply;
The people lay in wait for His return —
“Where is our King?” — their somber rally call;
they hold their breath, the widow’s lantern burns
as Aset’s shrieks tell that their Lord has fall’n.
No crown upon the throne of Kemet sits!
No Lord over the Two Lands holds His sway!
The thunder groans, the skies begin to split
and torrents fall to wash the tears away.
Soon in shining splendor will He reign
O’er Western lands, unburdened of all pain.