Isis
she of the ten thousand names
waterIsis gathered the scattered pieces of her murdered husband and breathed him briefly back to life; to dream of her is to be told that grief, patiently worked, can become a kind of power that even death must answer.
Fragments
She learned the secret name of Ra by fashioning a serpent from his own falling spittle, and with that hidden word she held even the sun to ransom.
Wings outstretched over the still body of her love, she fanned the cold breath back into him, and for one night the dead lord opened his eyes.
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