When you're home
Tawaret
I used to think we lived at the top of the world
When the world was nothing but Egypt's map
And every night
The barque would pass by my place.
The path is dimmer now
Right?
I used to think the only limit was the sky
When the world was nothing but Egypt's map
And my thoughts took shape
By that fiery lake...
Can I remind you of what it was like
at the top of the world?
Listen to me.
We begin July
With a stop at a festival so vibrant.
You and Bast would go every summer.
Sometimes I'd attend
You'd regard me as a friend
Still blinded by your siren.
But she'd give you hell.
She gave you hell.
Yeah, she gave you hell.
I remember well.
You used to work for her father before
You got your limo.
That's where you met me!
We were always in constant trouble.
And Ra would act all snide,
but he'd let it slide.
Those days we were full of pride.
Life was easier then.
Bes, everything is easier when you're here.
The nights are a little kinder when you're here.
I wish you could see
That the days were clearer
When you were truly here or
Is it me?
Maybe it's just me...
We should probably go, but let me tell you all I know.
The sun is setting and the light is getting low.
YOU ARE READING
Alexander Hamilkane
Poetry"Who here is Hamilton trash? Well, earlier today I was listening to the Hamilton soundtrack and thought, 'Hmm, is there a Kane Chronicles Hamilton parody out there?' So I searched the deepest Duat parts of the internet, and found nothing. So I deci...
