In the maul of Ihknaton,
Wending the great hypostle pall,
The bearded prince in blind pursuit
Hunts revelations now irresolute.
Where mushroom-jeweled Seti rations
Judgement on the hypaethral,
The fabled adversaries pause,
While She bears youth within her fluent jaws.
The long suspended confrontation
Consecrates the ancient thrall.
"The answer was Man."
"It was", from the Beast,
As She slouches to the inevitable Feast.