Hymn+of+Sekhmet

Hymn of Sekhmet

"Mine is a heart of carnelian, crimson as murder on a holy day. Mine is a heart of corneal, the gnarled roots of a dogwood and the bursting of flowers. I am the broken wax seal on my lover's letters. I am the phoenix, the fiery sun, consuming and resuming myself. I pace the halls of the Duat. I knock on the doors of death. I wander into the fields to stare at the sun and lie in the grass, ripe as a fig. The souls of the gods are with me. They hum like flies in my ears. I will what I will. Mine is a heart of carnelian, blood red as the crest of a phoenix."

Hymns of Sekhmet