Pakhet

WonderFly9000

10/30/2020 10:57pm

SHE HAS THE LUNAR CRESCENT AT HER FEET

The milk! The milk!
It doth sustain us
And fills our leathery husks with life,
Blowing us up like the very udders
Of the maiden of this Milk Ship so fair.

A HORNED DIADEM ON HER HEAD

Thou @HRH Chons have fulfilled your promise
And brought us back to the land of the living
(in full, and now with full bellies!).

WITH A GLOBE IN THE MIDDLE PLACE

We will praise your majesty every day,
From dusk until the Earth grows light,
Hunting the mice from the store rooms,
And the rats at all horizons,
Paving your path to glory
With the blood of your enemies on our paws.

AND A LARGE SOLAR CROSS ON HER BREAST

My sister @Mafdet and I
Will play the menat and the sistrum
In honor of our milk maiden mother
Until we pass once again
Into the West.


But now,
We must nap.

WonderFly9000

7/2/2020 10:39pm

We approach her wondrous bridges sprayed across the heavens.

Oh, milk which is in your rudder,
Mighty Milk Ship of the Night,
sweetness which is in the breasts of the mother of Men,
It enters the body of
@HRH Chons, Great God, Lord of Blimps.

May
@HRH Chons, Great God, lord of Blimps,
eat from the udders of the
Mighty Milk Ship of the Night,
Shining stars, milk for the body of
@HRH Chons, Great God, Lord of Blimps
the sweet milk of
The Mighty Milk Ship of the Night
for his rejuvenation

And may we lap at what rains down.

WonderFly9000

3/4/2020 7:54pm

With long fins and shining body
her skin of genuine lapis lazuli;
her gondolas more brilliant than gold;
her propellors like lotus flowers,
ample stern, tight amidships,
her internal keel extends her beauty,
shapely in stride
when she flies between worlds.
She has stolen my heart with her embrace,
She has made the neck of every sailor cat
turn round at the sight of her.

She is the WonderFly9000, the Goddess of the Sky.

WonderFly9000

9/14/2019 11:41pm

This land is dry and tastes of metal.

The rays of father's light have scrubbed it clean of life.

My sisters and I,

with our ribs wrapped in ribbon and our eyes full of clay,

call upon our mother to leap into this empty womb,

as she leapt into the womb of her mother,

and bring us fish and milk and all the gifts of life,

as we rub against her ankles,

purring.

WonderFly9000

8/16/2019 10:14pm

We hunt. My sisters and I.

We are of the dawn. We wake and sleep and are awakened.

Why has our sleep been disturbed?

Now our abomination is sleep. We rise with the sun.

Our bodies wrapped in linens and in resin. Now in tatters and disrepair.

Yet we will not decay. We will not rot.

Our eyes are keen and claws are sharp and we will catch by night.