O Bastet, Lady of moonlit grace,Soft-footed guardian of hearth and place,With lioness heart and velvet stride,You walk where warmth and wonder bide. Eyes like stars in the dusk you gleam,Watcher of worlds unseen, between.You cradle joy in a gentle paw,Yet bare your fangs for cosmic law. Perfumed winds and sistrum songRise where your blessings linger …
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Where Moonlight Guards the Jackal-King
In twilight halls where silver settles low,Bastet walks with paws that whisper grace.Her laughter warms the desert’s evening glow,A gentle fire in Anubis’ solemn face. He tends the veil where mortal breaths grow still,A keeper of the quiet, sacred night.Yet Bastet’s touch can bend his iron will,Her purring heart a lantern in his plight. She …