Mafdet Warriors

Nine scars 

One for each life 

The tenth stings 

Cutting the cosmos 

Sipping each spill in sink 

Refreshing: for another round.

Striking serpent

Bound linens 

Brushed in honey 

Iron collars undone 

Ears buried at feet 

An army of duat fighters

By the crook, 

White and Red. 

Lined by the hands of Den.

Protectors of Magick 

Mafdet warriors 

A sojourn sleuth 

Nocturnally seeking 

Trophies from the field maus.

Familiars shifting

Loud cries plough Saqqara sleep 

Raising grain with arid ground