I hover over the sands where the great pyramids stand.

The warmth of the sun shining on my back as my wings are outstretched.

The gold and red land below me, glow in a radiance that is beckoning of the Gods glory.

Awe, the blue green Nile and all Her might. There, there is refreshment. The green shores of reeds, lilies, and lotus. There She is alive!

Magnificent in all Her glory. These are sacred lands. Here my flight is in the eyes of Ra and the graces of Horus.

I am the Hawk of Kemet.

My wings outstretched in praise of Great Isis. I fly high and oversee the works of mankind. There is much work to do and I remind them of life’s journey. I carry the message of the Gods in my movement. The speed of my flight is lifted on the breath of the Mighty Ones.

My dance across the sky is to the rhythm of the seasons.

Sacred people. Sacred bird. Divine Gods.

This is our heart beat and cherished pride.

Here comes Hawk to the sacred Temple, brining the winds of the Gods. Blowing a tempest of wisdom and mystery of flight.

I’m these halls, I am Horus. I am God.

My cry’s are of life and death. They are protecting the circle of life.

Blessed am I to be free!

My flight through the Temples brings dreams and visions to the people. The Priests know of my ways. I am the balance of light and dark, for my shades shift as my feathers fall. In this shedding, I am the key to ones life call.

Yet, woe until them who are venomous, slither, and crawl! Tis my beak and talons that shall pierce, rip, and behead. I am the warrior bird, strong and powerful. None shall come against me.

To Horus I fly, under Ra’s watchful eye, by the might and magick of Great Isis, I am the hawk, heed my cries!