Sorrowbred

Oh brother,
Osiris, sweet lover and lord,
I'll seek out your corpse,
Scouring the shorelines in woe;
Promising vengeance on
Self-decreed reaper,
Long wailing and hailing discord,
'round nile,
Whose waters are teeming
With beasts in the evening,
But deathly calm,
Revering victims of envy's scorn.

Cursed, cursed souls;
Fate-bound we in throes.

Oh love,
In thirteen parts,
Fourteen made in sibling ire,
Live,
Regenerate in me.

All of the time in grieving forgotten,
In one sexual embrace,
Semi-sweet strokes,
Draw us close,
To grant a son.
'fore second life you've been granted's gone,
Grant me a killer to avenge you;
To deal rightful death.
A killer to slay kinsman;
To steal living breath.