“ The sorceress Queen: The snake charmer…

And there was a king who had a wife

And he wore her charms for most of his life

For even though power and magic he wills

To her light his darkness it yields

As he was safe in the embrace of her charms

The magic and power that kept him from harm 

But one day the king was seduced 

By a melody played on a flute

For the queen did not think to create a charm

That would keep the king from such harm

So by lust he was driven 

By the flutes seductive rhythm 

And by the melody the king was teased

As it told him a story that he had been deceived!  

For the charms he wore were a chain 

So by the queens side he was forced to remain 

And hypnotised by this rhythm 

He tore off the charms in which he had been given 

Now realising that this was a grave mistake 

As his enemies now laid in his wake 

And separated from the charms of his wife 

Oh weakened king he had lost his life

And so to Death the king he goes

And from his life Death de-composed 

Playing to the king his rhythm 

Of the life in which he had been given 

And so Death told the king that he was the price to pay 

For allowing lust to lead him astray 

But still a king he was in life and as a king he did die 

So to this position he was tied 

Oh but you see 

The queen had the power to resurrect he

But having been lead astray by lust 

In his resurrection the king did not trust 

And so a melody he did sing

Of how unworthy felt the king…

…And Death cried to Life you see

And this is how mourning came to be 

For he cried to Life but Life did not hear

So to Death Life did not appear

So there Death stood empty without his purpose 

Filled up with feelings of unworthyness 

For eternal Life does not need Death 

And in his unworthyness he laid to rest 

So restless was Death in his land 

Without Lifes foundation for him to stand 

For what is the Death of Death?...The withdrawral of Life is the death of Death 

So there in the soils Death decomposed

And from his compost grew a Rose 

For truly Death is transition you see

And this is how preservation of the body came to be 

And so the Rose said His name 

And resurrected from the soils Death he came 

Renewed stood Death with his new purpose 

Filled up with the feelings of worthiness 

For in his Death he had found 

That the Life of Death was divinely sound 

For when he died She felt it you see

And truly this is how his rise came to be 

For from the heavens her cries rained down 

Mourning Death with her cries mighty sound 

And down into the soils went her cries 

For it was her watas that gave Death his rise 

For wata has memory you see

And memories of his name she whispered to he…

And Death cannot climb 

But the watas raised his name to the heavens up high 

Heavens cry:

And I cried out to the highest order as I said to he

“It was you who created Death, it was YOU how Death came to be!

So you cannot deny your creation Love, you cannot deny to them a soul 

And Death he has done what you have created him to do, he has played his role!” 

And so the most high he did agree

As he said to me 

“Then I give to him my highest Love, the rain that falls from the heavens above 

And to Death I give a soul

For all souls shall be his 

For he must bring them to judgment so that they can re-turn to me 

Wholefully and in peace 

Just as you did for his name, just as you did for he”

…And the soul does not know of Death you see,

But even Death wants to be loved soulfully 

So I give my Love to Death 

For my soul he does possess…

…And so Death cannot climb 

But in his transformation he rised

And was placed as the serpent of victory 

By the good Gods side   

For death IS transformation you see

And so changed the formation of he.

Preservation of Love: and Death is my love

So our Love, he preserved it for us…

And once again in Life Death found me you see

And I belonged to the highest order of the heavens, Eternal Life, so he could not take me 

So along side me Death did walk 

And eternally we did talk 

Re-membering the Life in which we shared

And there at the crossroad a gift to me be bared 

“Welcome to your kingdom” Death said to me 

For he gifted me a grave yard you see

“You gave to me Life, so Death I give to you 

Take care of my dead 

And they’ll take care of you”

So Eternal Life and Eternal Death together in love they reigned

And preservation of their Love the dead they gained…

Queen of the dead: Mother of eternity;

And I Am divine mummy

For I preserve wisdom you see

Mummy is what the dead call to me…”