"Isis by Night *" by Lyndsay E. Gilbert aka Liadan

Isis by Night

She lived in shadows, of the shades of night

Her breath was coldness as the bitter frost may bite

No one knew the spells she weaved, a lonely secret still

Her faces were so many, she could heal and she could kill

Her house was just a cottage that stood behind the trees

Folks said they’d seen the oddity of sand upon the breeze

No one went to visit her by day, when sun was near

But nighttime brought the sick to her, by those who held no fear

They talked of feathered wings she had against the darkening sky

They said the desert sands were in her home and mountains high

They lost the plight that ailed them when they stepped into her world

But others thought of madness at the stories they unfurled

I saw her by the river, I saw her crying tears

I saw her searching desperately, I wondered at her fears

I wondered why the goddesses were made to learn their place

I wondered why I thought of this when’er I saw her face

They said she was a goddess, but mortal now by day

They say she moved of magicks and of the world of fae

They say she’d lost her husband and faced an awful curse

By day she was but fragile and by night she had to nurse

No time this lonely goddess had to find her lover gone

For when the sick were better there came the light of dawn

What a dreaded figure who hides from suns in fright

It breaks my pagan heart to know that Isis weeps by night