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The sun broke the dawn, in a pageant of light,

Ra had arrived, to do battle with night.

A great warrior-god, clad in garments that glow.

As the shadow of morning appears far below.

Ra's eyes finally fix on the object of his sight,

On a mountain, dying nightly, is a friend's timeless plight.

The bringer of morning, nocks an arrow, and takes aim.

A bolt of pure sunshine, hits the vulture and bursts in flame.

With a nod from his head, Ra casts a sad look and then

In a wild burst of speed, over bowed heads of men.

His radiance shatters visions, and dark dreams that are real.

A dark monk, shields his eyes on a high black bastille.

An arrow strikes the wizard, in his round little butt,

He turns, shakes his fist, the message clear-cut.

Ra roars in laughter, as his steeds cross the sky,

And approaches a small glen, and hears his lover's outcry.

This object of affection, through the eons of time,

A goddess of beauty, sung in chorus and rhyme.

Now Ra's no Adonis but Aphrodite cares not.

(For it's a well-known fact that she likes her men hot.)

In the glistening like a rainbow, she arrives at his side,

She has come a long way and will not be denied.

Ra then ties the reins, holds his love in embrace,

The heavens bear witness, that he continues his chase.

Her hands bear a huge scroll, direct from Olympus,

With a seal, blazoned brightly, of my own nemesis.

Another tale unfolds, as each play their game,

Two gods from the heavens, each filled with love's flame.

I nod at them slowly, which is always returned,

These missions from Olympus, though, leave me concerned.

You see, Ra is a friend, and sometimes takes my place,

So I can spend a few hours with a lover in Thrace.

But for now I view the world, in my eye a slight tear,

And I rumble the mountains to remind them I'm here.

Such a start to the new day, the sky on my shoulder,

I take up my vigil, far from happy, and older.

The next time there's thunder, raise your glass with great cheer,

For though you can't see me, I might be quite near.

You see, my name is Atlas, and I shelter mankind,

So if your future looks hopeless, would a trade be unkind?

Author's Note: I have always had a fascination for both Greek and Egyptian goddesses and gods. This piece was an absolute joy to write and I did have a lot of fun with it - but I have absolutely no idea where the inspiration came from. To me, these are the best kind of poems to pen because one doesn't have to follow any strict guidelines. The object is simply to create and, in this regard, I did achieve my goal. I do hope you enjoyed the finished product.

Many historians will contend that there is a relation between gods and goddesses of different cultures and the only major difference lies chiefly in their names. Personally, I go one step past that and contend that even the naming of the various angels have their origins in these ancient mythologies. Thoth, for example, is my absolute favorite of the Egyptian gods, largely because I am a student and practitioner of magick. His angelic counterpart - in my estimation - is none other than Uriel.

Who's to say that I'm not wrong?

If you share a similar fascination, you owe it to yourself to check out these excellent hubs, as well:

Gods Of Egyptian Mythology

Ancient Egyptian Gods

Egyptian Astrology

Greek Mythology Revisited