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They walk like living hieroglyphs,
etched in moonlight and gold,
tails curved like questions
the gods never answered aloud.
Eyes lined in kohl,
they carry the sunrise inside them
amber and green, watching
both worlds at once.
In temples warm with incense,
they sit beside the names of gods,
purring spells older than language,
whispered to stone and star.

Bastet’s children,
soft-footed and fierce,
they know the secret balance
between mercy and claw.
To harm them was to invite ruin,
to honor them was to be protected
for they stood at the threshold
where chaos dared not pass.
Even now, in quiet homes,
they remember the old ways:
how to guard the soul,
how to chase shadows from the dark.
Bow if one chooses your lap
you are in the presence
of something ancient,
and endlessly divine.

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Cadrewolf2
23:45 Jan 13 2026

excellent

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