She sits all day on an ebon couch Where golden ruby-eyed leopards crouch. Great black cobras, all the day, In even measured cadence sway. And close at her ivory shoulder stay. And ever beside her, in her place. Stands a maid with a panther’s face. Holding a goblet brimming full Of wine of a curious ebon shade. And all the day on a golden skull Bast taps with her fingernails of jade, Making a music bitter and keen, And her eyes burn with a brooding sheen— And the cobras dance before their queen. But night comes black, and the stars arise, And the desert wind through the window sighs; And Bast lets fall the silver sand In a burning stream from her ivory hand, And pale ghosts come from Shadowland. The stars gleam on the sands below, And the curtains waver to and fro; And Bast revels with pallid shades Who lived and loved her long ago. ((best quality)), ((masterpiece)), (detailed), (high-resolution:1.2), (masterpiece, top quality, best quality, official art), ((ultra-detailed)), (highly detailed CG illustration) ,egyptian,egypt,Building_Egyptian

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