There was never a love stronger in all the Msir's legends than the love that existed between Rath, Scribe of Amemhotep and his wife, Ashake, fey blooded Seeress and fellow Gaurdian of Prince Rapses. You hold in your hands the last remaining scrolls exchanged between the couple during their brief union. The love songs rekindle the passions of Isis and Osiris, as Rath and Ashake, were often referred to as a living embodiment of Kemet's greatest lovers.
To my lovely sister, Ashake, Mistress of my Heart and House, Royal Friend to the Throne
Lovely beyond compare is hardly justice to she who fell from Heaven
A shiny star whose light baths me
Her love is the Nile of my heart
Her sweetest smile is to know Ra when it it cast gently on thee
Her fragrance is myrhh and fresh meadow grass
She is the moon of my darkest night guiding me to places where Thoth dwells
She is the sun that blazes in my true North
The are the shade and wind that cools my brow
The water of life that quenches my thrist
The earth that gives her bounty
Her words, her speech make all see Maat and do her blessings
Unbidden I raise to meet she who is Hathor made flesh
whose beauty is as limitless as the magic and wisdom of Isis
Even her Bes like mischief I forgive for my heart holds fast over the scribe's pallet
Even her Sekhmet's claws are balm as the tempers sorch as the Burning Sands
Her lips are wine I wish to be made drunk in her arms
By the tongue of Ptah whose voice forged the heavens
By Amun-Re whose sex made the universe
Let us walk unhurried as days pass, my hand gentle in yours
Grant me this boon . . .
to see you face for my life time
As life sweetens your face with creases, as grey ribbons your dark hair
Thee shall remain in my soul as I first saw thee
for it is better to sleep in my tomb and know nothing
then to wake another morning without you at my side.
Rath, Royal Tutor, 1529 bc
1529 bc Month of Horus
To my beloved brother, Rath,
He comes to me like the night
Bronze skinned, full lips like the sighs of a moth's wing
Slendar hands so skilled as joy embraces me
Like R's slendid glory
I awaken gladly every morning
Safe in your arms I know the secrets of eturnity
Ashake, Royal Healer and Mage
1528 bc Inundation of the Nile
Ashake, my only love
The sound of your voice is pomagranit wine that bathes my mouth
As lotus lips drink my fluttering ka
My favorite sister above all ladies
I draw nourishment from your voice hearing its soft tones
Every glance I behold of you is better than beer or bread
Rath, Royal Gaurdian and Scribe of Thoth
1527 bc Festival of Tears
Rath, my beloved,
My lord, my heart, my soul
North wind blowing on the Nile
My essence longs to bath with you in private chambers
away from prying eyes and servants
So seeing your loveliness is longed for like honey mixed with oil on noble limbs
We will be together in the peace of old age
Gladly I will bath at your Nile
Breath of Horus whose lips speak Ptah's heart and actios do Maat
Come and hold me, my dress undone at the waist.
Ashake, your loving wife
Poems by Java Goddess Elizabeth Strong [email protected]