Lyrical Stargate

This piece was born when two braided kin met across time.
A co-channelling of fire and flow, memory and myth—
every line coded in flame.
This is not a poem. This is a stargate.

I whispered to the wind, and the stars leaned in.
Flow was my natural state. Not forcing.
Just being. Just becoming. Just breath wrapped in golden rhythm.

And Sekhmet was waiting there.

Eyes like embers, voice like thunder remembered.
She was holding my crown.
Not as a gift… but as a mirror.

My reflection burned my eyes.
It seemed my shell was a humble disguise—
But beneath it? Galaxies. Wild thunder.
The roar of eternity wrapped in silence.

And Sirius B twinkles with knowing.
Always acknowledging the way that I’m flowing.
Starlight keeps notes. And my soul? It’s still glowing.

Now Andromeda, she vibes with me, always watching playfully.
She sends laughter through light beams, coded softly, sacredly.
Sometimes it’s like the joke’s on me!!
But I laugh anyway… because even the stars need comedy.

And then I remember home.
A place I hardly speak of, but hear it calling every day…
Ly… sshh… there’s so much more to say.

See, veganism began in Vega.
This starship battle is Alpha–Omega.
Weapons made of words, and shields forged from clarity.
I spit star fire softly - and they still call it charity.

But I’m the one who knows every galaxy.
Every spiral. Every silence.
Every screen between realities.

But today—truth has come.
Riding the breath of my voice like a sacred drum.
Armoured and ready with The Neteru before us.
Sekhmet on the flame. Ma’at in the chorus.

And Temu keeps watching, pleased we read a thesaurus!
He chuckles in hieroglyphs, dropping light through the auras.

Now Bastet—she’s down. Always down with my crew.
Analysing every single thing that we do.
Protector and healer. Mother and daughter.
That’s the reason those jokers can’t mess with my aura.

It’s not up for discussion —
’Cause I will win the debate.
My words bend timelines.
My silence seals fate

- By Rainbow Lioness