Anubis The Forecast

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Poetry

The sand ascended,

A whirlwind closeby.

In the tomb,

Where the dead were lain to rest.

 

From this storm raised,

The aspect of Anubis;

The god that attends the dead,

To the hereafter...

 

With robust voice raised,

He let me know:

"Dead you go!"

My destiny written down.

 

A day hereafter,

In normal life;

I drowned into the lake,

Death had grabbed me tight.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

(A dream I had).

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