The clashes of cobalt wꜣs against one another that first brought the Two Lords of the Black Land together.
Smoldering was the heat of conflict between Them and Their holiness; a Rebel and a King.
Throaty were the howls of war that thrummed through the land and caused all to shake under Their glory and power; echoing throughout the cloud-leaden skies.
Forged and smoldering was Their hatred for one another; kopesh at each Other’s throats.
Sly was the Spark of Chaos, One with a heart that beats like thunder; the Prowler upon the Divine Barque, He Who has pitted challenge after challenge.
Perceptive was the Ethereal Bearer of Ma’at, One with wings that curl around the clouds; Re’s Eye which sheds light on Their betrayers.
And so They lingered under the water’s surface; submerged deep with the form of the Hippo, sailed across the Nile on Barques of stone and pine, contended within the court of the Netjeru to the truest of Kings over the affairs of lettuce, ferrymen, beheadings and copper-tipped barbs.
Cries of hatred becoming calls of challenge, strikes of the fist became meetings of the fingertips, battles to blood and death became elegant and swift sparring.
Hail to Thee, Heru-Sa-Aset and Sutekh; Whom have shaken each Others hands in agreement against i/sfet, Who have reunited for the sake of Their people.
Hail to Antewy, the balance of cutting i/sfet down and cultivating the seeds of Ma’at!
Hail to Antewy, crowned of the pschent and adorned of armor!
Hail to Antewy, the Thundering Storm and the Singing Sky reunited as one!
Hail to Antewy, He who has cracked the flint head of the s/n/a/k/e open a thousandfold!
Hail, for we could not live a world solely from order or chaos; we welcome You with open arms, for Your reconciliation has brought an example to us.
Hail, to the Winged Sha who watches over us.