~ O ~

The solar plexus, of knowing O
Made breathing a circular whirlwind
Like the haunting sound of slow cello
A struggle to keep the magic hidden
O sister Isis, Ra is here to listen

Egyptian sands, through glass so slow
Brought O to tunnels 'neath pyramids
With men in black after her softest notes
I came to know why crypts kept secrets
O sister Isis, pretend to keep your kisses

Like the concertos, for Bach's oboes
The princely measure of kingly riches
Were times when O's green eyes did glow
And heads would roll, for bloody reasons
Seemed that O had no tolerance for treason

In the end, the scope of knowing O
Was widened to let the lies seep in
And her ruthlessness did ever show
When her royal robes, were worn for trysts
Where she'd suck out eyes and bloody lips
For inside O, there was no forgiveness
Only asps, and the unholy magic ,
From oldest Egyptians...