I will be only a myth….

I died, and then I dreamt. It was a dark dream, full of mystery and misunderstandings, as all was swept away from me. However, the light did appear, with a gentle, flowing sound. What brings the light to the darkness? For, my name is dark, and a stranger to me. There is no cause for such a light to come to me. Ever since I was a child I have been in the midst of darkness, and it was through darkness that I saved my kingdom.

What's in a name? A rose by any other name would not smell any sweeter, but I by any other name would be a lie. I am not allowed another name. The light calls by this name, and I know it calls me…. When it speaks, I can not hear it, but I can see imaginary lips move and I must stretch out a see-through vision of a arm to touch, feel, something! But there is nothing.

Why would it come? I have done great evil… and great evil has found footholds in me. Moreover, the light seems unaware of all this. That is impossible, for thousands of years, I know that they will speak of my shadow magic, and when they forget my name I will be the myth. In the dark they'll tell stories of the darkness, of items filled with darkness that will tear away your soul if you aren't careful. Indeed, little children will speak of 'gyptian magic until tears are sighed by the sand.

How does the light move toward me? O, my dear sweet sand! Let me kneel upon thee and pray to Ra and Isis and Horus to forgive me. I created the seven items of darkness. Thus I brought the evil, and the evil encompassed me. Although it saved my kingdom, it destroyed it soon after. O, my people, o, people of Egypt, how I loved you and served you before the shadows came.

I will have to tell the light the truth. Consequentially it will leave me. But maybe, before that, it will tell me its name. Any name would do, any at all; I only wish for a thought of something besides myself and my shame. The light is leaving me, or perhaps I am leaving the light… why? I am ashamed. I am retreating into myself, into the darkness. But now, now, the light is coming with me! How is this?

Now, it says to me, relax now. All is well, all is well. It dances like the peal of bluebells in the forest. I can hear something, soft snatches of a song.

…The sunlight and shadows….
….as those bluebells played….
...He went sweetly to death…
…At the roots of the bluebells is where he's laid…