A Poem of Longing for the Beloved
(Chester Beatty Papyrus)
> "If only he would come to me—
His voice, a breeze; his hand, pure light.
Then like morning dew, my soul would shine."
Bereft of Seth, Horus—no longer whole, yet still divine—drifted through eternity. With a hollow soul, he wandered the world, gathering countless truths as the ages passed him by.(Please note that this is a personal interpretation inspired by mythology. )