There once was a goddess named Hathor,Whose laughter would brighten the floor.With music and wine,She made hearts align,And left all who heard her wanting more.
Tag: Egyptian
Ptah’s Hand
Hands shape earth and fire,Silent mind births life and stone—Ptah dreams the world whole.
Ballad of the Silent Tomb
Beneath the desert, deep and still,Where golden sands conceal the grave,Lies Tutankhamun, Pharaoh’s will,A boy-king bound by stone and stave. The tomb was sealed with hieroglyphs,And traps for those who dared to pry,Whispers echo in shadowed cliffs,A warning carried on the wind’s sigh. They came with torches, brave and bold,Archaeologists, drawn by fame,Seeking riches, treasures …
Crimson Sands: Blood of the Nile Part 19
The mountains trembled at their passage. Bianca moved through the night like a living eclipse, every step leaving a ripple of darkness that obeyed her will. Beneath the ruins of the temple, chains of ancient power screamed and strained, recognizing her dominion. Amenmose walked beside her, golden light tracing his form like fire against the …
Crimson Sands: Blood of the Nile Part 18
Bianca stepped forward, the night itself bending to her presence. Her crimson eyes burned like twin coals, casting shadows that danced along the jagged stones. The air seemed to tremble, recognizing not a mortal, not even a goddess—but a queen risen from the dark, unchallenged, eternal. Around her, the remnants of the temple pulsed faintly, …
Crimson Sands: Blood of the Nile Part 17
The path out of the temple did not open willingly. Stone corridors twisted where they had once been straight, passages narrowing as if the structure itself were deciding whether to let them leave. Bianca felt the resistance immediately—an ancient will testing boundaries, tasting intent. She bared her teeth. “You don’t get to cage us,” she …
Crimson Sands: Blood of the Nile Part 16
The laughter below deepened, not loud but vast—an echo that bent the air and made the sigils along Amenmose’s arms flare in instinctive warning. Dust sifted from the ceiling in slow drifts, as if the temple itself were exhaling after holding its breath for centuries. Bianca closed her eyes. For a heartbeat, the world tilted—not …
“Crimson Sands: Blood of the Nile” Part 15
The temple fell silent, but the silence was heavy, alive with the echoes of what had just transpired. Bianca and Amenmose stood side by side amid the rubble, their breaths mingling with the heat and magic still clinging to the stones. Amenmose ran a hand through his hair, eyes scanning the shadowed corridors. “The coven …
“Crimson Sands: Blood of the Nile” Part 14
The chamber lay in ruin. Smoke curled from broken stone and smoldering braziers, and the air smelled of iron and fire. Bianca’s crimson circle still pulsed faintly beneath her boots, the last remnants of her power settling like a heartbeat in the stones. Amenmose stood beside her, golden sigils fading but still humming across his …
Sobek, Who Keeps the River Alive
Sobek rises where the river remembers itself,green-brown and breathing,scaled with the patience of ancient suns.He is the pulse beneath the reeds,the weight of life moving slow and certain. He loves the Nile when it swells without apology,when mud kisses seed and hunger learns hope.He loves the work of jaws and muscle—the honest labor of survival,blood …