Saguaro

By Valak

I stand upon the back of Sebek, the Crocodile,
Afloat upon the green-blue Nile.
I am exultant in the East as I reach upward
Unto the Glory of Morning.

Mine arms are extended heavenward.
My left hand holds aloft palm twigs,
The due reward in praise of my task.
In mine other is a bejeweled sword,
Stretching forth in glittering song
As the rising Sun refracts itself
Silver in the facets of the gemwork.
Upon the tips of my toes I stand,
My head thrown back in a howl
Of Triumph and solemn respect
For the prey that I have slain today.

I stand sentinel against regression
And rejoice in the rays of a black Sun.
In its light do I appear as the Destroyer,
The Guardian of Growth; and rebirth.
A flaming Fire engulfs my feet
And courses up my vigilant form
To cast light into the darkest Death,
Whereby the Seed of life is born
Into the Dawn of Ages. Abrahadabra!
The challenge breaks forth from my tongue
Against remorse or pity or sorrow.

The burning sand in the desert around me
Enflames my passion for life.
My feet are planted in the soil like a cactus
Reaching beyond the night.