The sun in all its glorious power
Envelops the kingdom in scintillating light, as does
She, Isis, my beloved, who weeps not
Of sadness, but of the prosperity of the people. Yet, one corrupt
Figure stands to the side, withered in shadows, cloaked in fear
Of others. I rule in peace with power, while he, without, corrupts
All he touches, each of his footsteps shrouded perhaps
In deep-rooted jealousy, longing for all he doesn’t possess- the
Desire of another, the role of a king. Amidst this fear
His ruthless, murderous imaginings plot schemes of
Power, and I blind myself to my brother’s workings, a
Misstep that further spirals into a grandeur loss
Of life, dragging me into the absolute abyss of
A coffin, then into the frothing ripples of the river of power.
The moon rises with such force, determined and driven,
And he who takes it upon himself to
Bludgeon my kingdom, smearing with crimson, swearing in wrath
To the skies clothed in obscurity, threaded with promise. And
With the cries that echo from my dear one’s tears,
I stand in pieces, laid forth in the shifting sands. We,
As one, take one last whimpering breath with hope that we may
Take another one, perhaps an eon away. I succumb
At last, as my life seeps out, her breath shifts to sobs. Yet
I soak in the feel of the dappled moonlight, envisioning the
Blood-drenched promise of revenge and strength
That rests close to my now sliced heart, to
Dissipate in mourning silence and rise
From the so-called ashes of hell is
A life sentence: to be reborn,
Returning to my lover’s side, born anew from
The depths of her aching heart. Our
Obsessions lead us down the path of the underworld, the soul.
In the world of the living, a few final moments, and
I disperse like the sun’s light as the moon leads

The world back under. We part as a whole- an us-
And end up as one and two, as I too depart with the sun to

Someplace, reminding the sky, my son, of revenge, and my wife of hope.