In this half-light I drift
Caught between worlds
Comforted in the silence of nothing
Where I can feel the Void

Here the old-world rests
Dreaming of yesterday
Lingering for the pain
And pleasure of death

The next world swells
apprehensive for today
Forestalling the blood and
chaos of rebirth

Like a stay of execution we tarry
Fearing what must slip away
Obsessing over irrelevance
Waiting is a perilous thing

Yet here in the half-light I bloom
Content to wait
~~Feral Goddess, A Green-Muilenburg



And Lo I have become a prophet of Ma’at
Seeing the weak and fearful pursue heresy
With treachery they disrupt the sacred
Defying the Void with baneful acts
Unbalancing all of creation

Make straight your stride, firm your foundation
Let rightness restore the order of the cosmos
Fill your secret chamber with RA’s illumination
May veracity be your guide
Attaining vindication at the foot of Osiris

Else Wickedness gains its foothold for true
Securing your Place of Annihilation
In the belly of Eater of Hearts
~~Feral Goddess, A Green-Muilenburg

Let Us Remember

For She Who has Never Abandoned Me, The Goddess of Ten Thousand Names.  She who has gifted me with words of love, praise and devotions; that I may sing of the greatness of the Gods.

My book of hymns and praises in honor of the Egyptian Gods. A culmination of several years work– an offering to the Great Goddess Isis.

LET US REMEMBER…: A Devotional to Honor the Netjeru

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This husk wanes with each progression
My gaze turning inward and distant
Seeking shores now unreachable
Wishing for release time wearies on
These bones beg freedom
Yet my soul still aches for life
Yearning for sacred illumination
That lies just beyond each death
With each dying my embers are fed
For my spark is kith and kin
To Her hallowed flame
Where I will live for true
~~Feral Goddess, A. R. Green-Muilenburg


Half Life

Whispered prayers suture my lips

in this muttered language of the departed

The sound of moths shivering in ash

Are my hemorrhaged pleas to the dead

Bartering for direction in a trackless waste

With those who have trekked ahead

Seeking either lamppost, looking glass,

Or hell wrought ring to alter this terrain

I have paused here at half-life searching

Listening for an echo of genuineness

In this now unfamiliar province

Unwelcomed I have become; outcast among the insane

The living have become too angry – too blind

Their hearts withered in pain

Engorged with poisoned information

Adrift with purposelessness on the sea of neglect

Here at half-life the next world is our salvation

~~Feral Goddess, A. Green-Muilenburg

Death’s Shroud

A maelstrom of uncertainty
Shrouds my longing
As resolve dies in my heart

Demons race through my veins
Carrying the poisonous lie of clemency
Making my heart thin and ragged

This inner shrine long abandoned
Devoid of care or worship
Has faded into yesterday

Fallen quests and duplicity
Have weakened my ramparts
Forsworn by the blind hearted

Once valued beyond rubies
My walls crumble in to the void
Beauty once divine now a hollow echo

My halls await the chosen to realign
And bring my kingdom to life again.
~~Feral Goddess, A Green-Muilenburg

Extinction’s Deluge

At the edge of oblivion Her forces gather

A ragtag cohort of the incorruptible

Defying legions of the obedient blind

She conjures The Plane of Perdition

A tempest to clear away all defilers

Ravishers of the sacred firmament

Earth desecraters they are named

Staining creation with chaos and deceit

Above and below awaits in silence

~~Feral Goddess, A. Green-Muilenburg