My name is Aisha ‘Undead,’
I rule in Anubis’ stead.
I’m quite a nice girl
but my mind’s in a whirl
with two souls arguing in my head.
I’ve never felt like this before;
I’ve always been such a bore.
Now there’s a staff on my arm
and people get quite alarmed
when I have to announce the gods’ war.
With the god of Chaos, my ally,
we ask who in Hell will stand by?
puts our minds at ease
and offers his demons as mine.
Now we march back up to the surface,
while the silence is making me nervous.
Satan stands by my side,
and we watch the sun rise
as we take on the powers of High Heaven.
This is a submission for the Thursday prompt for We Drink Because We’re Poets: To High Heaven. The idea was to write a poem as if you were a god, preferably something more classical. I thought it would be a perfect opportunity to give people a little glimpse into Aisha, my main character for my Apocalypse novel (if anyone remembers that little story). Hope you all enjoy!