She who knows how to make the right use of the heart
A queen of the dead and gone, of the poor and meek
One who has died many times over, who'll continue to
Teetering on the brink with such sorrow apart
A brother, the only other, torn from life by the bleak
In love that she breathes with a heart that bleeds
Granted wings to protect against evil untrue
She couldn't save her own of sameness to depart
As a ruler of Death, she couldn't protect, to bespeak
Choking on tears mottled grey, her face turning blue
Lamenting a loss so severe her sons she misleads
She holds what is left, but without faith or fight
Gently carressing a broken black spider, she pleads
For a god more powerful than she for her pain to take flight.
Author notes
Isis, if you couldn't quite tell.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Isis
Keats Sonnet
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A contest entry
- The EGYPT Contest!!! by NooNiThEWitcH.
463 points, ended August 1, 2008, 20 entries
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Comments
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Interesting poem and nicely done.. great flow throughout and good job.
Thank you for entering, keep on writing and good luck.
Nooni
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