Beneath a mourning, darkened sky,
Far beyond perception’s eye,
Apep and the Thunder-Djinn
Battled Ra with serpent skin.
With this unfair advantage,
The Sun God went to grow with rage,
He burned a hot, impassioned red,
As thought a lesioned sun had bled.
Apep and the Stormy-imp,
With dress and fangs all neatly primp,
Began to fight among the stars
And battled ‘till the air showed scars.
A thunderous day would follow next,
The people knowing Ra was hex’d,
Shouted out towards the day,
That tomorrow Ra might Apep slay,
And release the Sun from a serpent’s play.
End.
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