My scent
So sacred
So powerful
So rare
Captivated, the loins by the prowess behind my stare
I have risen
From the ashes
To claim what is mine
I have risen
With a vengeance
I have risen
Divine
Immaculate
Ancient
Beautiful
Wise
The lotus is my totem
I can no longer shelter human lies
I teach the ways that are to be ignored and what is to be endowed
I come on my own accord
With passages forbidden, unallowed
I come without my cover
My shelter
My shroud
I have risen with a purpose so, indeed, I bring the crowd
I attract everything to the absence
I turn water into the deepest burgundy wine
I come as the scent of the lotus
I have risen
I am divine
I am a goddess
A Pharaoh
A lady
A queen
I am a sorceress
A shaman
A healer
So serpentine my blood type, aligning with Jesus and Mary Magdalene
A caudacus
A legend
A cobra with a poisonous tongue
Cleopatra
Nefertiti
Isis
Hathor
Risen to claim my bounty
Returning to settle the score
The lilypad upon the Nile I ride upon
I become one with
I utilize to capture the Sun\'s vigor
To drink in the vapor that is life
Returning as the scent if the sacred lotus
To an emperor I will become wife
To a guardian
To a marksman
To an officer
To a man
I am the lotus
The peacocks feather
To the princess, a fan
An animal
A gypsy
A flower
A bride
A lotus
An angel
With an essence I cannot hide..
3-20-2016