THE FORCES OF HEKA

Through the veins of kings and mortal men,
Flows the ancient spark of Heka’s ken,
A magic deep, a fire within,
A force so potent, God tremble in its spin.
 
In cosmic scripts, the words unfold,
A rebellion of mankind, fierce and bold,
The eye of Re-Atum, creator’s gaze,
Falls upon the world in sudden blaze.
 
“Beware,” he warns, “these mortal hands,
Hold spells the gods may not withstand,
For Heka’s spirit resides in flesh,
Binding cosmic law in human mesh.”
 
With magic gained, the mortal king,
Gains powers that only God might bring,
His voice, a blend of divine and man,
Becomes a threat to heaven’s plan.
 
Osiris, Horus, and fierce Seth too,
Are cast aside, their might subdued,
Thoth’s wisdom falters, Isis flees,
Before the king’s ascendant pleas.
 
And if a god defies this path,
No offering shall appease his wrath,
No loaf, no fan, no sacred rite,
Shall soothe his fate in endless night.
 
“It is not I who speak these words,
But Heka’s voice, which gods have heard,”
Thus claims the king, with magic’s might,
To carve his throne in heaven’s light.
 
So listen to this tale of mortal power,
Of ancient rites and fateful hour,
When mankind’s force, through Heka’s name,
Could shake the gods and stake their claim.