July 25, 2025 • 38 mins
In the final chapter of our Myths of Egypt series, soar through skies of vengeance and justice as we follow the rise of Horus, the falcon-born son of Isis and Osiris. Hidden in the marshes, raised by magic and moonlight, Horus emerges to face his destiny: a divine battle for the throne of Egypt. So snuggle up in your blankets and have sweet dreams.
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Speaker 1 (00:21):
Welcome to Dreamful Podcast bedtime stories for
slumber.
I would like to start off thisepisode by thanking our newest
supporters, Madison Hageman andNina Giannino.
Thank you both so much, and Ihope you have the sweetest of
dreams.
If you find value in Dreamfuland would also like to
(00:42):
contribute to the show, pleasevisit dreamfulstoriescom, where
you can find info about the showand on the support page there's
a link to become a Buzzsproutsupporter or subscribe via
Supercast.
If you listen on Spotify, whenyou subscribe to the show, you
gain access to subscriber-onlyepisodes while receiving a
shout-out.
You can also support the showon Apple Podcasts, but I can't
(01:05):
see your name so I won't be ableto do a shout out.
Sorry about that.
We still get access to over 100bonus episodes by subscribing.
Your donations go toward thingslike music licensing, equipment
upgrades and paying my awesomeeditor, Katie.
All good things must come to anend, and this is the final
(01:26):
episode of the Myths of Egyptseries, the tale of a child who
grew not only into a warrior,but into the rightful heir of
the living throne.
He is the falcon whose wingsspan the sky, the eye that sees
justice from the highest perch,the flame that rose from the
ashes of betrayal.
(01:47):
This is the story of HorusFalcon King, Forged in battle.
So snuggle up in your blanketsand have sweet dreams.
I miss you.
(02:41):
Before the throne, before thecrown, before the cry of triumph
, there was a boy hidden in thereeds, born of Isis.
Forged from grief and magic,horus came into the world
(03:03):
beneath the breathless hush ofstars.
His mother, veiled in shadows,cradled him close as scorpions
circled, the papyrus thickets,their tails poised, their
loyalty sworn.
The wind carried whispers ofhis father, osiris, murdered by
set, torn and scattered acrossthe Nile.
(03:26):
And so the child was born intosecrecy, among the marshes, in
the cradle of silence andsurvival.
Isis wrapped her son in spells,each word, a shield, each
(03:48):
lullaby a warning.
For set still ruled hisstorming feet, pounding across
the land, seeking the childdestined to end him.
And Horus, young as he was,could feel the weight of futures
(04:08):
behind his closed eyes.
His wings had not yet spread,but the sky already knew his
name.
Time moved like the river,winding and relentless.
(04:33):
In the shelter of the marshforests grew Islam, strengthened
with each rising sun.
His eyes, one bright as day,the other shadowed like night,
(04:54):
saw further than they shouldhave.
Isis taught him the old wayshow to speak with falcons, how
to call the wind to yield, howto summon his father's name and
feel the echo in his chest.
He learned the constellations,as if they were kin, the secrets
(05:19):
of judgment, balance, justice.
His mind, a mirror of theheavens, his heart etched with
purpose.
But the world beyond thewreaths stirred sets.
Rain thundered over Egypt, acrown of iron, a voice of
sandstorms.
(05:41):
The gods watched in silence,waiting for the falcon to take
flight and Horus, no longer aboy, raised his wings for the
first time and the sky opened tomeet him.
From temple halls to desertwinds, the name of Horus spread
(06:11):
like a storm on the horizon.
He emerged with the falcon'sgaze, his feathers caught in the
blaze of the sun, his heartsteady with ancient purpose.
Set met him with thunder.
No throne could hold two kings,no sky could shelter both peace
(06:37):
and ruin.
So they battled acrossriverbanks painted with lotus
and blood, through mountainswhere even jackals held the
breath in silence and in fury.
For days that bent into years,the gods looked on, some with
(07:01):
awe, others with dread.
Some with awe, others withdread.
The earth cracked where theyclashed and the stars flinched
above their cries.
Set brought chaos, sandstormsand serpents, cunning and
(07:23):
cruelty.
He reshaped the now withdisorder, twisting laws, turning
allies to doubt, challengingHorus in shadowed trial.
The gods watched divided.
Some favored Horus, therightful heir.
(07:45):
Others whispered allegiance toSet Set, whose strength made
them tremble, and so the trialsbegan many of them, contests of
speech and judgment, riddlesposed before divine counsels,
races across the river in madeof stone and wood, battles of
(08:11):
wit, of endurance, of patience,each one a test not just of
horse's might but of hisrestraint.
Not just of horse's might, butof his restraint.
(08:31):
In one battle, set changedshape, becoming a black boar,
tusked and silent, charging fromthe darkness.
He struck horse across the faceand from that wound the eye was
(08:51):
torn.
The eye of Horus was scattered,dimmed.
Toth, god of wisdom, gatheredthe fragments and with magic and
moonlight he restored the eye,not exactly as it was.
(09:12):
It was stronger, sacred, asymbol of healing through
suffering, of restoration.
The war was not a single blow,but a thousand trials, contests
(09:34):
of strength of mind, of will,and in the end, horus stood
beneath the weary sky, his eyesstill aching, his spirit forged
in the crucible of grief.
Victory came as a breath, deepand hard won At last.
(10:03):
The gods gathered In a hallbeyond horizon and time, where
the papyrus swayed without windand Maat herself Waited with her
feather of truth.
Toth spoke the law.
Isis stood tall, her eyes heavywith years of grief and hope,
(10:27):
and Osiris, watching from thehidden realm, sent his silence
like a blessing, horus steppedforward.
His body, marked by battle, hiseye, restored by the hands of
gods, gleamed with more thansight.
(10:48):
It held memory of mourning, oflove, of justice earned.
The throne, once hollow withabsence, now found its heir.
So Horus was crowned as a ruler, forged in the shadow of loss
(11:13):
and the brilliance of duty.
He took the red crown of LowerEgypt and the white crown of
Upper Egypt, uniting them uponhis brow like falcon, wings
stretched across two lands, andfrom this day the pharaohs bore
(11:40):
his name, each ruler, a vesselof horse's will, protector of
Maat, guardian of harmony, kingby divine right, the sky
(12:02):
belonged to him and so did theearth.
Across the temples of Egypt,from the delta reeds to the
desert's edge, horus waseverywhere.
He was etched into stonereliefs.
Wings spread wide behindpharaohs as they smote chaos.
(12:23):
His eye painted on amulets wornfor protection, his falcon form
perched atop temple pylons,watching over all with piercing
eternal gaze.
(12:44):
To the ancient Egyptians, horuswas not only divine, he was
living.
The pharaoh was Horus in theflesh, a walking embodiment of
balance and divine rule.
When a king died, he becameOsiris, became Osiris, and the
(13:06):
new king rose, a freshincarnation of Horus, rising as
the morning sun to take hisrightful place.
His eye, ouijat, was more thana symbol.
It was healing and wholeness,worn by the sick and the
grieving, painted on tombs andcoffins to watch over the soul,
(13:33):
carved into boats to guard safepassage through both Nile and
Duat.
A charm of power, a beacon ofreturn.
A charm of power, a beacon ofreturn.
(13:57):
His battles with Set echoedthrough generations as an
eternal tension between orderand chaos, played out in
politics, in war, in the dailylife of the people of the Nile.
Each harvest, each flood, eachcoronation, each funeral rite
(14:20):
was touched by Horst's legacy.
He was the sky itself, his lefteye, the moon, his right eye,
the sun, his wings.
The vault stretched above theworld, cradling Egypt in divine
protection from temples, and newrulers came with foreign
(14:49):
tongues.
The falcon endured.
Before the cry of triumph, therewas a boy hidden in the reeds,
(15:16):
born of Isis, forged from griefand magic.
Horus came into the worldbeneath the breathless hush of
stars.
His mother, veiled in shadows,cradled him close as scorpions
circled, the papyrus thickets,their tails poised, their
(15:38):
loyalties sworn.
The wind carried whispers ofhis father, osiris, murdered by
Set, torn and scattered acrossthe Nile.
And so the child was born intosecrecy among the marshes, in
the cradle of silence andsurvival, isis wrapped her son
(16:07):
in spells, each word a shield,each lullaby a warning.
For Set still ruled hisstorming feet, pounding across
the land, seeking the childdestined to end him.
And Horus, young as he was,could feel the weight of futures
(16:32):
behind his closed eyes.
His wings had not yet spread,but the sky already knew his
name.
Time moved like the river,winding and relentless.
(16:52):
In the shelter of the marshforests grew Islam, strengthened
with each rising sun.
His eyes, one bright as day,the other shadowed like night,
saw further than they shouldhave.
(17:14):
Isis taught him the old ways,how to speak with falcons, how
to call the wind to yield, howto summon his father's name and
feel the echo in his chest.
He learned the constellationsas if they were kin, the secrets
(17:35):
of judgment, balance, justice.
His mind, a mirror of theheavens, his heart etched with
purpose.
But but the world beyond thewreaths stirred sets.
Rain thundered over Egypt, acrown of iron, a voice of
(18:06):
sandstorms.
The gods watched in silence,waiting for the falcon to take
flight.
And Horus, no longer a boy,raised his wings for the first
time and the sky opened to meethim, from temple halls to desert
(18:30):
winds, the name of Horus spreadlike a storm on the horizon.
He emerged with the falcon'sgaze, his feathers caught in the
blaze of the sun, his heartsteady with ancient purpose, set
(18:51):
met him with thunder.
No throne could hold two kings,no sky could shelter both peace
and ruin.
So they battled Acrossriverbanks painted with lotus
and blood, Through mountainswhere even jackals held their
(19:13):
breath in silence and in fury.
For days that bent into years,the gods looked on, some with
awe, others with dread.
The earth cracked where theyclashed and the stars flinched
above their cries.
(19:33):
Set brought chaos, sandstormsand serpents, cunning and
cruelty.
He reshaped the Nihil withdisorder, twisting laws, turning
allies to doubt, challengingHorus in shadowed trial.
(19:56):
The gods watched divided.
Some favored Horus, therightful heir, others whispered
allegiance to Set, whosestrength made them tremble.
And so the trials began, many ofthem contests of speech and
(20:21):
judgment, riddles posed beforedivine counsels, races across
the river in boats made of stoneand wood, battles of wit, of
endurance, of patience, each onea test not just of horse's
(20:45):
might but of his restraint.
In one battle, set changedshape, becoming a black boar,
tusked and silent.
Charging from the darkness, hestruck Horus across the face and
(21:09):
from that wound the eye wastorn.
The eye of Horus was scattered,dimmed.
Toth, god of wisdom, gatheredthe fragments and with magic and
moonlight he restored the eye.
Magic and moonlight, herestored the eye.
(21:33):
Not exactly as it was.
It was stronger, sacred, asymbol of healing through
suffering, of restoration.
The war was not a single blow,but a thousand trials, contests
(21:57):
of strength Of mind, of will,and in the end Horus stood
beneath the weary sky, his eyesstill aching, his spirit forged
in the crucible of grief.
Victory came as breath, deepand hard won At last.
(22:25):
The gods gathered in a hallbeyond horizon and time, where
the papyrus swayed without windand Maat herself waited with her
feather of truth.
Toth spoke, the law, isis stoodtall, her eyes heavy with years
(22:48):
of grief and hope, and Osiris,watching from the hidden realm,
sent his silence like a blessing.
Horus stepped forward, his bodymarked by battle, his eye,
(23:11):
restored by the hands of gods,gleamed with more than sight.
It held memory of mourning, oflove, of justice earned.
The throne, once hollow withabsence, now found its heir.
So Horus was crowned as a ruler, forged in the shadow of loss
(23:37):
and the brilliance of duty.
He took the red crown of LowerEgypt and the white crown of
Upper Egypt, uniting them uponhis brow.
Like falcon wings stretchedacross two lands.
And from this day the pharaohsbore his name, each ruler, a
(24:02):
vessel of horse's will,protector, guardian of harmony,
king by divine right, the skybelonged to him and so did the
earth.
Across the temples of Egypt,from the delta reeds to the
(24:29):
desert's edge, horus waseverywhere.
He was etched into stonereliefs, wings spread wide
behind pharaohs as they smotechaos, his eye painted on
amulets worn for protection, hisfalcon form perched atop temple
(24:54):
pylons, watching over all withpiercing eternal gaze.
To the ancient Egyptians, horuswas not only divine, he was
living.
The pharaoh was Horus in theflesh, a walking embodiment of
(25:17):
balance and divine rule.
When a king died, he becameOsiris and the new king rose.
A fresh incarnation of Horusrose.
(25:37):
A fresh incarnation of Horusrising as the morning sun to
take his rightful place.
His eye, ouijat, was more thana symbol.
It was healing and wholeness,worn by the sick and the
grieving, painted on tombs andcoffins to watch over the soul,
(25:58):
carved into boats to guard safepassage through both Nile and
Duat.
A charm of power, a beacon ofreturn.
His battles with Set echoedthrough generations as an
eternal tension between orderand chaos played out in politics
(26:33):
, in war, in theation.
Each funeral rite was touchedby horse's legacy.
He was the sky itself his lefteye, the moon, his right eye,
the sun, his wings.
(26:53):
The vault stretched above theworld, cradling Egypt in divine
protection.
Even as the gods faded fromtemples, the new rulers came
with foreign tongues.
Speaker 2 (27:09):
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(36:03):
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(37:40):
© transcript Emily Beynon you.
Welcome to Dreamful Podcast bedtime stories for
slumber.
I would like to start off thisepisode by thanking our newest
supporters, Madison Hageman andNina Giannino.
Thank you both so much, and Ihope you have the sweetest of
dreams.
If you find value in Dreamfuland would also like to
(00:42):
contribute to the show, pleasevisit dreamfulstoriescom, where
you can find info about the showand on the support page there's
a link to become a Buzzsproutsupporter or subscribe via
Supercast.
If you listen on Spotify, whenyou subscribe to the show, you
gain access to subscriber-onlyepisodes while receiving a
shout-out.
You can also support the showon Apple Podcasts, but I can't
(01:05):
see your name so I won't be ableto do a shout out.
Sorry about that.
We still get access to over 100bonus episodes by subscribing.
Your donations go toward thingslike music licensing, equipment
upgrades and paying my awesomeeditor, Katie.
All good things must come to anend, and this is the final
(01:26):
episode of the Myths of Egyptseries, the tale of a child who
grew not only into a warrior,but into the rightful heir of
the living throne.
He is the falcon whose wingsspan the sky, the eye that sees
justice from the highest perch,the flame that rose from the
ashes of betrayal.
(01:47):
This is the story of HorusFalcon King, Forged in battle.
So snuggle up in your blanketsand have sweet dreams.
I miss you.
(02:41):
Before the throne, before thecrown, before the cry of triumph
, there was a boy hidden in thereeds, born of Isis.
Forged from grief and magic,horus came into the world
(03:03):
beneath the breathless hush ofstars.
His mother, veiled in shadows,cradled him close as scorpions
circled, the papyrus thickets,their tails poised, their
loyalty sworn.
The wind carried whispers ofhis father, osiris, murdered by
set, torn and scattered acrossthe Nile.
(03:26):
And so the child was born intosecrecy, among the marshes, in
the cradle of silence andsurvival.
Isis wrapped her son in spells,each word, a shield, each
(03:48):
lullaby a warning.
For set still ruled hisstorming feet, pounding across
the land, seeking the childdestined to end him.
And Horus, young as he was,could feel the weight of futures
(04:08):
behind his closed eyes.
His wings had not yet spread,but the sky already knew his
name.
Time moved like the river,winding and relentless.
(04:33):
In the shelter of the marshforests grew Islam, strengthened
with each rising sun.
His eyes, one bright as day,the other shadowed like night,
(04:54):
saw further than they shouldhave.
Isis taught him the old wayshow to speak with falcons, how
to call the wind to yield, howto summon his father's name and
feel the echo in his chest.
He learned the constellations,as if they were kin, the secrets
(05:19):
of judgment, balance, justice.
His mind, a mirror of theheavens, his heart etched with
purpose.
But the world beyond thewreaths stirred sets.
Rain thundered over Egypt, acrown of iron, a voice of
sandstorms.
(05:41):
The gods watched in silence,waiting for the falcon to take
flight and Horus, no longer aboy, raised his wings for the
first time and the sky opened tomeet him.
From temple halls to desertwinds, the name of Horus spread
(06:11):
like a storm on the horizon.
He emerged with the falcon'sgaze, his feathers caught in the
blaze of the sun, his heartsteady with ancient purpose.
Set met him with thunder.
No throne could hold two kings,no sky could shelter both peace
(06:37):
and ruin.
So they battled acrossriverbanks painted with lotus
and blood, through mountainswhere even jackals held the
breath in silence and in fury.
For days that bent into years,the gods looked on, some with
(07:01):
awe, others with dread.
Some with awe, others withdread.
The earth cracked where theyclashed and the stars flinched
above their cries.
Set brought chaos, sandstormsand serpents, cunning and
(07:23):
cruelty.
He reshaped the now withdisorder, twisting laws, turning
allies to doubt, challengingHorus in shadowed trial.
The gods watched divided.
Some favored Horus, therightful heir.
(07:45):
Others whispered allegiance toSet Set, whose strength made
them tremble, and so the trialsbegan many of them, contests of
speech and judgment, riddlesposed before divine counsels,
races across the river in madeof stone and wood, battles of
(08:11):
wit, of endurance, of patience,each one a test not just of
horse's might but of hisrestraint.
Not just of horse's might, butof his restraint.
(08:31):
In one battle, set changedshape, becoming a black boar,
tusked and silent, charging fromthe darkness.
He struck horse across the faceand from that wound the eye was
(08:51):
torn.
The eye of Horus was scattered,dimmed.
Toth, god of wisdom, gatheredthe fragments and with magic and
moonlight he restored the eye,not exactly as it was.
(09:12):
It was stronger, sacred, asymbol of healing through
suffering, of restoration.
The war was not a single blow,but a thousand trials, contests
(09:34):
of strength of mind, of will,and in the end, horus stood
beneath the weary sky, his eyesstill aching, his spirit forged
in the crucible of grief.
Victory came as a breath, deepand hard won At last.
(10:03):
The gods gathered In a hallbeyond horizon and time, where
the papyrus swayed without windand Maat herself Waited with her
feather of truth.
Toth spoke the law.
Isis stood tall, her eyes heavywith years of grief and hope,
(10:27):
and Osiris, watching from thehidden realm, sent his silence
like a blessing, horus steppedforward.
His body, marked by battle, hiseye, restored by the hands of
gods, gleamed with more thansight.
(10:48):
It held memory of mourning, oflove, of justice earned.
The throne, once hollow withabsence, now found its heir.
So Horus was crowned as a ruler, forged in the shadow of loss
(11:13):
and the brilliance of duty.
He took the red crown of LowerEgypt and the white crown of
Upper Egypt, uniting them uponhis brow like falcon, wings
stretched across two lands, andfrom this day the pharaohs bore
(11:40):
his name, each ruler, a vesselof horse's will, protector of
Maat, guardian of harmony, kingby divine right, the sky
(12:02):
belonged to him and so did theearth.
Across the temples of Egypt,from the delta reeds to the
desert's edge, horus waseverywhere.
He was etched into stonereliefs.
Wings spread wide behindpharaohs as they smote chaos.
(12:23):
His eye painted on amulets wornfor protection, his falcon form
perched atop temple pylons,watching over all with piercing
eternal gaze.
(12:44):
To the ancient Egyptians, horuswas not only divine, he was
living.
The pharaoh was Horus in theflesh, a walking embodiment of
balance and divine rule.
When a king died, he becameOsiris, became Osiris, and the
(13:06):
new king rose, a freshincarnation of Horus, rising as
the morning sun to take hisrightful place.
His eye, ouijat, was more thana symbol.
It was healing and wholeness,worn by the sick and the
grieving, painted on tombs andcoffins to watch over the soul,
(13:33):
carved into boats to guard safepassage through both Nile and
Duat.
A charm of power, a beacon ofreturn.
A charm of power, a beacon ofreturn.
(13:57):
His battles with Set echoedthrough generations as an
eternal tension between orderand chaos, played out in
politics, in war, in the dailylife of the people of the Nile.
Each harvest, each flood, eachcoronation, each funeral rite
(14:20):
was touched by Horst's legacy.
He was the sky itself, his lefteye, the moon, his right eye,
the sun, his wings.
The vault stretched above theworld, cradling Egypt in divine
protection from temples, and newrulers came with foreign
(14:49):
tongues.
The falcon endured.
Before the cry of triumph, therewas a boy hidden in the reeds,
(15:16):
born of Isis, forged from griefand magic.
Horus came into the worldbeneath the breathless hush of
stars.
His mother, veiled in shadows,cradled him close as scorpions
circled, the papyrus thickets,their tails poised, their
(15:38):
loyalties sworn.
The wind carried whispers ofhis father, osiris, murdered by
Set, torn and scattered acrossthe Nile.
And so the child was born intosecrecy among the marshes, in
the cradle of silence andsurvival, isis wrapped her son
(16:07):
in spells, each word a shield,each lullaby a warning.
For Set still ruled hisstorming feet, pounding across
the land, seeking the childdestined to end him.
And Horus, young as he was,could feel the weight of futures
(16:32):
behind his closed eyes.
His wings had not yet spread,but the sky already knew his
name.
Time moved like the river,winding and relentless.
(16:52):
In the shelter of the marshforests grew Islam, strengthened
with each rising sun.
His eyes, one bright as day,the other shadowed like night,
saw further than they shouldhave.
(17:14):
Isis taught him the old ways,how to speak with falcons, how
to call the wind to yield, howto summon his father's name and
feel the echo in his chest.
He learned the constellationsas if they were kin, the secrets
(17:35):
of judgment, balance, justice.
His mind, a mirror of theheavens, his heart etched with
purpose.
But but the world beyond thewreaths stirred sets.
Rain thundered over Egypt, acrown of iron, a voice of
(18:06):
sandstorms.
The gods watched in silence,waiting for the falcon to take
flight.
And Horus, no longer a boy,raised his wings for the first
time and the sky opened to meethim, from temple halls to desert
(18:30):
winds, the name of Horus spreadlike a storm on the horizon.
He emerged with the falcon'sgaze, his feathers caught in the
blaze of the sun, his heartsteady with ancient purpose, set
(18:51):
met him with thunder.
No throne could hold two kings,no sky could shelter both peace
and ruin.
So they battled Acrossriverbanks painted with lotus
and blood, Through mountainswhere even jackals held their
(19:13):
breath in silence and in fury.
For days that bent into years,the gods looked on, some with
awe, others with dread.
The earth cracked where theyclashed and the stars flinched
above their cries.
(19:33):
Set brought chaos, sandstormsand serpents, cunning and
cruelty.
He reshaped the Nihil withdisorder, twisting laws, turning
allies to doubt, challengingHorus in shadowed trial.
(19:56):
The gods watched divided.
Some favored Horus, therightful heir, others whispered
allegiance to Set, whosestrength made them tremble.
And so the trials began, many ofthem contests of speech and
(20:21):
judgment, riddles posed beforedivine counsels, races across
the river in boats made of stoneand wood, battles of wit, of
endurance, of patience, each onea test not just of horse's
(20:45):
might but of his restraint.
In one battle, set changedshape, becoming a black boar,
tusked and silent.
Charging from the darkness, hestruck Horus across the face and
(21:09):
from that wound the eye wastorn.
The eye of Horus was scattered,dimmed.
Toth, god of wisdom, gatheredthe fragments and with magic and
moonlight he restored the eye.
Magic and moonlight, herestored the eye.
(21:33):
Not exactly as it was.
It was stronger, sacred, asymbol of healing through
suffering, of restoration.
The war was not a single blow,but a thousand trials, contests
(21:57):
of strength Of mind, of will,and in the end Horus stood
beneath the weary sky, his eyesstill aching, his spirit forged
in the crucible of grief.
Victory came as breath, deepand hard won At last.
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The gods gathered in a hallbeyond horizon and time, where
the papyrus swayed without windand Maat herself waited with her
feather of truth.
Toth spoke, the law, isis stoodtall, her eyes heavy with years
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of grief and hope, and Osiris,watching from the hidden realm,
sent his silence like a blessing.
Horus stepped forward, his bodymarked by battle, his eye,
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restored by the hands of gods,gleamed with more than sight.
It held memory of mourning, oflove, of justice earned.
The throne, once hollow withabsence, now found its heir.
So Horus was crowned as a ruler, forged in the shadow of loss
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and the brilliance of duty.
He took the red crown of LowerEgypt and the white crown of
Upper Egypt, uniting them uponhis brow.
Like falcon wings stretchedacross two lands.
And from this day the pharaohsbore his name, each ruler, a
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vessel of horse's will,protector, guardian of harmony,
king by divine right, the skybelonged to him and so did the
earth.
Across the temples of Egypt,from the delta reeds to the
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desert's edge, horus waseverywhere.
He was etched into stonereliefs, wings spread wide
behind pharaohs as they smotechaos, his eye painted on
amulets worn for protection, hisfalcon form perched atop temple
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pylons, watching over all withpiercing eternal gaze.
To the ancient Egyptians, horuswas not only divine, he was
living.
The pharaoh was Horus in theflesh, a walking embodiment of
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balance and divine rule.
When a king died, he becameOsiris and the new king rose.
A fresh incarnation of Horusrose.
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A fresh incarnation of Horusrising as the morning sun to
take his rightful place.
His eye, ouijat, was more thana symbol.
It was healing and wholeness,worn by the sick and the
grieving, painted on tombs andcoffins to watch over the soul,
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carved into boats to guard safepassage through both Nile and
Duat.
A charm of power, a beacon ofreturn.
His battles with Set echoedthrough generations as an
eternal tension between orderand chaos played out in politics
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, in war, in theation.
Each funeral rite was touchedby horse's legacy.
He was the sky itself his lefteye, the moon, his right eye,
the sun, his wings.
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The vault stretched above theworld, cradling Egypt in divine
protection.
Even as the gods faded fromtemples, the new rulers came
with foreign tongues.
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The falcon endured, watchful, regal and always
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