Ἄποφις

Watch the clash, the battle won

If lost, will never rise the sun

Moves the barge, across the land

Mighty Set with spear in hand

Guardian of the gilded lord

Horizon coils with scales to ford

Comes the Serpent, from The Nile

Sixteen yards—sardonic wile

Cut and torn and gealdor bound

He writhes and heaves yet overground

Breaks the spear and barge he smites

Victor from Tenth Realm of Night

World Encircler, below the dawn

Beyond Bakhu—all light has gone.

 

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