Long Nights

In this long night

Every thought I try to write

Truth is the only thing left from my rite

I search for something that'll give me flight 

An eerie escape from this thoughtful blight

Let's just hope I can end it without a fight.

Eau De Nil

The aqueous Hapi son of Horus

to whom the old pharaohs prayed.

Let not the plagues of old siege life,

for the years have passed ceaselessly

and you have joined the forgotten.

No longer are you among us,

nor have you ever been,

nor shall you ever be.