Once they called you Isis and in your name the ancient Egyptians constructed Pyramids
Hieroglyphs were etched into papyrus paper
Ebony Aphrodite and in your beauty was born the concept of loveliness supreme. Your femininity was worshipped by everyone from the lowest of peasants to the highest of Kings. You were the Goddess of the people and through you were they able to experience the concepts of hope and of faith. No earthly being could ever sit beyond you, for a throne of refinement was your rightful place.
Once they called you the Monarch of majestic Sheba, and you were praised for the grace of your voice as well as the confidence of your intelligence. The Emperor wise Solomon kneeled before you in awe of the sheer power of your elegance. Cut from a cloth of perfection and spun from the wheel of nirvana, crafted delicately with gentle pressings. You were meant as the living personification of all of God's worthy blessings. So that when time passed its unforgiving hand over the centuries, and the legacies that men had built were to fall. Whether the Testament be of old or new, the memory of light that is you would outlast them all.
Now here we exist in the present tense and looking at all the challenges that have been presented to us on this mound of Earth. As the closing moments of what I have written begin to conclude on their own as does the reverse effect of birth. I say to you that my words are pure and funneled from my heart as they guide my quill of ink. If you cannot recollect the past of your own glory, you need only join your mind, body, and soul In the place where memory and happiness link. For you are a gemstone glistening in the waters of life and a wish fulfilled for those who are fortunate enough to dream.
Wrote that for a girl when I was 18, at the height of my simp affliction