Nephthys- Protector of the Dead
I am the goddess of morning, protector of the dead.
I bring mercy to the hopeless crying from their bed.
My angel wings embrace them with sweet, quiet, peace.
I heal their minds and tortured souls. I give them release.
With gentle hands, I wrap their bodies with strands from my hair.
Though I come in darkness, reincarnation we will share.
I am the dark companion, life's necessary friend.
I am the unwelcome visitor, always there in the end.
I am "The lady of the Mansion," hiding in a dark room.
Waiting to help escort my friends to the dusty tomb.
Death and I always smile as we approach their home.
This is only a passage, one they don't travel alone.
I am the goddess of mourning, protector of the dead.
I am filled with compassion it has often been said.
Their friends will weep, mourn and say "I love you."
I will take their hand and guide them safely through.
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