Osiris and Isis

Fallen – She is the stranger who walks in darkness beyond the campfire of redemption’s sweet light.

My astral soul travels back to the warrior. My spirit merges with his psyche piercing my body subsuming my mind.

My Beloved was rent in pieces, then scattered across the continents. Diligently I searched, gathering all that was him and laid him upon the altar.

Sweet earth lay under his head. The Book of the Dead on his chest. Anointed with tears of joy and sorrow he arose ever the mighty warrior. I gave succor to his rod of life restoring his spirit. His temple ablaze with anagrams and inscriptions from chest to thighs.

I lay at his feet his body on mine. My fingers explored the forests that grew on his chest and around his pure saber. We wrestled throughout the starry night all the while he gave me a new name as I birthed all the nations of the earth.

King Africa reigns supreme with the joined twin sisters of North and South America.