Amon-Re

by Elizabeth Ann   Jan 16, 2005



Inspired by my late study of Egypt

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Better that my cloak shrines the ancient proceeding darkness until the foreshadowed sun prospers over our fears, encouraging while brandishing our challenges as companions in a dark time. Praise for Amon!

I cure the fire whilst he hums solemnly for his forgotten progeny, alive to last a lifetime with me and my witness always to begin with his morality existing forever, bearing virtue.... My eyes can never close to his majesty bathed in fire, so close to something so dangerous, sitting there certain that I could never let him plunge.

Fostered in his protection and the warmth of his principles my noble patriarch. His mind with which he stares for everything claims me my soul to have more than faith but an impossible desire.

My king as old as worlds delighting in sin and so ancient again a title as wholesome as religion. How can I ever see him as a man? That I see him thus I must be blinded for my faith.

How much I’ve gained and how close I’ve wed as his servant and even whence I’ve crossed a once unfathomable loyalty to call myself his guardian.

Long dead and all our people I’ve naught left for this world, so I’m saved for my obsession..

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  • 19 years ago

    by Bret Higgins

    Words cannot express how much more you become my muse every day.

    Inspiration via trust and faith.

  • 19 years ago

    by Unseen Exposure


    You utterly astound me. Your work is so different than anyone else's [in a good way]. You're so descriptive and vivid. I truly admire you, and your uncanning abilities.

  • 19 years ago

    by FTS Miles

    I really do enjoy these. They are like jewelled vignettes in some greater tale unfolding. Of course, in the back of my mind, there is a growing interest in seeing the characters all unfold in some epic whirlwind amongst each other. I suppose that, though, will ultimately take a novel. Get a'writing! ;)

  • 19 years ago

    by pinkalias

    Beautiful! I love your text, theres a certain way you describe it as if your telling a story of a wonderous being and your words are the only ones worthy enough to detail his godly power and image.
    (did that sound weird?)
    What I meant to say was, the way it was formatted and written was in such a stance that it seemed like you were describing some wonderous being and only the words of poetic skill could ever be powerful enough to portray his characteristics.
    I love your comparisons and the text choice you use to describe the subject's aspect and power. the chosen words really create an image of a god-like creature too powerful for common language.
    I especially admired the lines,
    "My king as old as worlds delighting in sin and so ancient again a title as wholesome as religion. How can I ever see him as a man? That I see him thus I must be blinded for my faith."
    It really portrays the subject's matter and esteem. Excellent job, beautiful.