Isis Blossom Poem by Barry Van Asten

Vast, that starry abode of love,
Is an empire ruled by man's intrusion.
The ache of falsehood from above
Is death's complexion and delusion.

Captivated by Orion's pains,
This pyramid sealed, the corpse fiend fled
Into the darkness that contains
The Isis blossom and the dead;

Where Nephthy's black robe was blown wide
To reveal her ruby kiss of gold.
Yet sphinx-filled madness, there had died
In the ceremonies of old.

Tura - na ab - k am (1)

These lips are sweet and delicately veiled,
Crowned by a flaming diadem;
Where the new moon to the full moon sailed
Beyond the midnight khunt of Khem;

Beyond the shroud and the scarlet caress
Into the silence of the tomb, so deep,
To kiss the serpent-sighing darkness
And the gonging beat of man in sleep.

And in mourning the beloved...come, O come!
For here great sadness lies before
These cursed lips that hath been knocked dumb,
For Thou art the Goddess I adore!

Henen - a em Amsu.
Auf - a Net. (2)

The rose of antiquity hath broke its stem,
And its scented glory hath all but given
Its blood to the ceremonial khunt of Khem
To shineth in the mask of Osiris risen.

And beneath the death-filled mercurial sky
The pyramid of Royal blood hath ran,
As the oracle crumbled with a sigh
To see the slain God's nemess fall on man!

A Anset. (3)


Notes:

1. I have purified myself and my heart is filled with joy.
2. Male: My phallus is that of Amsu.
Female: My flesh is of Net.
3. Hail Isis.