Serpent Of The Tree

Serpent Of The Tree
© Surazeus
2025 01 18

Alert to shrieks of demons in dark woods, 
Atum creeps forward with cautious attention 
slowly toward huge sprawling sycamore tree 
where cobra with gold eyes beams in disguise 
as beautiful woman with star-black eyes 
whose soft voice controls serpent of the tree. 

"At last I catch you in serpent disguise, 
Hathor, hiding your cobra soul with mask 
as the most graceful and beautiful woman 
whose eyes hypnotize minds of men with love. 
I will expose your evil to the world." 
Atum twirls wand to strike her serpent head. 

Transporting through brilliant flash of red light, 
Hathor swirls around Atum as he strikes 
to wrap his body tight with moonbeam bands, 
then hangs him helpless from limb of the tree 
and writhes around his soul with supple grace, 
caressing his hair and kissing his dry lips. 

"At last my soul attracts your stoic heart, 
Atum, exposing your desire to breed 
children from my womb by controlling me 
as you attempt to trap me in your house, 
while claiming you created your own soul 
from primal pool of bubbling energy." 

When Hathor kisses Atum on his lips, 
intense electric beam of energy 
spirals into glowing sphere of starlight 
that weaves their separate souls from taut threads 
of passion based on trust through loyalty 
to bond their alien hearts in one mind. 

Bodies writhing with pleasure of true love, 
Hathor and Atum embrace to connect 
separate spirits of psychic dream code 
which channels sperm into her tender womb 
to fertilize egg of eternal life 
which transforms into free Butterfly Girl. 

After three thousand years of cultivation, 
while fluttering around the spinning globe, 
as Butterfly Girl weaves starlight in nodes 
of psychic energy to form her wings, 
Nut wakes as young girl under starry sky 
tending milk cows on the lush river shore. 

While Nut daydreams as the butterfly soul, 
her mother calls from their sycamore house. 
"Amina, bring eggs and bucket of milk, 
for I have finished frying sesame cakes." 
Setting bucket of milk beside the oven, 
she helps her mother fry strips of lamb meat. 

"Mother Mandisa, I feel in my heart 
that I am descended thousands of years 
from Atum and Hathor, those ancient gods 
who once walked alive in our human form." 
Shocked, her mother prays, "Infinite Allah, 
I seek refuge from death in your life." 

After eating lamb gyros with milk tea, 
Amina draws pictures of ancient gods, 
Nut the butterfly on horn of the cow, 
Atum the builder of the pyramid, 
and Hathor the graceful woman whose eyes 
shine bright with stars as serpent of the tree.