R. S. Hawk

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THE Masterlist

After the Dawn (musical)

Poetry

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Little snippet of an idea I have something later in the musical:

Montu

My friend, when will you lay down your scepter?

You do not always have to be the crown’s protector

Set

My friend, my brother in arms

Don’t tell me you’re leaving behind our fight

Don’t tell me you’ve fallen for the boy king’s charms

Order is not the only way to be right!

Montu

My friend, my brother in arms, my brother in blood

You and I have drug each other up from the mud

Set (spoken)

Don’t-

Montu

And you and I might both be Gods of War

But what is this fight even for?

Because you, my brother, live for the fight,

But I, my friend, fight for the light

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Claim The Throne

Song Two

Lyrics

Horus:

I am the rumor, no whispered lie

A ghost in flesh of what you left to die

Osiris’s blood lives on in every breath

I bridge the line between he and death

Set:

You think a ghost can reach for gold?

Could you even bear its weight?

I never knew a ghost could be so bold

I wear this crown by strength, not fate

Horus:

I came not here to break the lands

I came not here to make demands

The truth, that is the burden I bear

While chaos and disorder is what you share

I claim my birthright- hear me now!

To a usurper I will not cow!

Set (laughing):

Usurper? Little falcon, what a sharp tongue

Your spirit is young and your eyes bright

Speaking as though the crown you’ve won

You think blood alone makes you right?

Horus:

I hold the right to the throne in my veins

I am Osiris’s legacy that remains!

Set:

For this crown, you don’t know the storms I’ve braved

For these lands, you don’t know the enemies I’ve slain

I have been steadfast while others caved

Because I will not cow to pain

For this crown, you think your blood is enough

For these lands, you think your legacy is required

You think that you’re up to snuff?

Just because you’re a spawn Osiris sired?

Horus:

I am no fool, I toy not with fate

But you force my hand and I will not wait

I demand the elder Gods give their decree

A divine tribunal, I call on thee

Set:

So you need others to pave your way?

Then summon the Elders and all their might

Between us both, the crown will stay

Let them see whose claim is right

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After the Dawn Musical-Lyrics Masterlist

The Crown Awaits Song One

Claim The Throne Song Two

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The Crown Awaits

Song One

Lyrics

Horus:

Born under the hush of stars

Raised in silence between sandbars

My name, the world was meant not to speak

While I lived in a creek.

I had to watch the sun rise without me

My crown left on a head it was never meant to be

Set:

They say a falcon flies again

That Osiris’s blood dares draw breath

As though I hadn’t left him way back when

Like he shouldn’t only know death.

I am the King of all that I see, of all men

While his father is holding a sneath

Horus & Set:

I am done waiting by the shore

Of being spared the truth

Horus:

The crown was never meant for chaos and war

Set:

The crown I owe to strength not youth

Set:

I will never give my crown to some half-formed heir

This crown is mine, all mine

It’s a burden the weak could never bear

I am the one that deserves this power divine

Horus:

I won’t come seeking war nor praise

I’m not there to set the throne ablaze

Set:

Let a child come with dreams and light

Let that boy preach of law and hope

Horus:

I am every prayer that’s gone unanswered

Set:

I am the one who’s always been hampered

Horus:

Every soul who waits for the dawn

Set:

My fight, my strength, is far from gone

Horus:

Worry not, Osiris’s blood lives on!

Set:

I won’t lose to the dead’s spawn!

Horus:

The crown will be won

Set:

I will not be out done!

Horus (spoken):

Set.

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Poetry Masterlist

Egyptian Inspired

One

Two

Three

Greek Inspired

One

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My heart sings for my muse who stands

Clad in black like the night sky forgoing littered stars

Her dress draping, flowing, like a nymph’s dance.

Hair of ink itself drawn from a midnight well

Eyes of moonlit pools where mortals ought dare not go

Gaze that holds my heart like a tempest in check.

Her smile, playful, gentle, so unaware of my heart’s ache

That the God’s Themselves would pause mid-feast

To watch the gentle upturning of lips like unfurled anemones.

O Muse of my heart, of my never ending soul

If Apollo Himself ever brought His chariot near,

Pause would He to warm the earth beneath your feet.

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My beloved does not have eyes

But stars trapped in lapis set upon her face

With a gaze that commands stillness in all things

For it stills even the air of my lungs.

My beloved does not have fingers

But lotus petals given new purpose

And I pray that that purpose becomes

Finding the patterns of my flesh.

My beloved does not have a voice

But a song that is every word

That turns the air between us to silk

So that even the space between us is thin.

And in her presence the ibis’s cry is silenced

The Nile’s rolling has slowed.

In awe of such stunning grace

I offer my heart as a basin

And my lips as a sistrum.

For my heart now exists to hold the overflow of her soul

As it is not mine, but hers to use.

For my lips now exist to praise, honor and delight her

As they are now giving an offering to her with every breath.

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Lady of my eye

Whose hair is the rich soil of Hapi’s flood

Whose skin fuels the aching desire of flesh

Whose smile is a blessing of Hathor Herself

Whose presence nourishes the barren fields of my heart,

Allow me to sweep the path before you clean

With my own very breath,

To scatter lotus petals where your feet fall

As a testament to your everlasting grace.

For in my eyes you are a woman no longer

But the only shrine I wish to maintain,

My incense can no longer burn for the Gods alone

As it is not Them I am now seeking my blessings from,

Your body is the shrine I long to worship at

Let me care for your home as though it was a temple

And never again will war or famine or plague come onto you

For I will be the most dedicated follower

And even the Gods’ own cults will not match my dedication.

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My heart only sails for you

My beloved, the secret to ascension.

Your eyes are carved of lapis lazuli

The stones of the Gods Themselves

Serene, deep and endless.

Your hair has been blessed by the Nile itself

Soil brought up from its depths

Flowing dark and abundant

Rich with the promise of future.

Your skin is the petals of a lotus

Milk and silk

A renewal of my very faith,

For if I were to touch it

I’d be touching Atum’s blessing itself.

My ka turns like a perch of the Nile

And my stolen breath leaves my lungs light

For each time your smile graces my eyes

I recall even the stars’ envy.

So, with a hand lifted to Nut

And my heart laid bare

I offer you to wear my name.

Let my love for you be known so openly

That it lays as a collar of gold on your skin.