Forecast
Anubis the Forecast
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 almost drowned in the lake,
Death had grabbed me tight.
Forecasts
~Life is so full of forecasts often like a Sunny day,
so full of sunshine that cascades vibrant an lovely rays,
streaming through my heart an soul displaying a beautiful Rainbow,
yet so pure and crystal clear, but as dark gloomy clouds past by it disappears
creating an interior shell over your mind, bringing cloudiness in your life,
where no light lies, then it begins to rain, showers and showers of physical darkness
lingering pain, murkiness of evil through your body as it travels internally,
then finally the twilight hours come creeping in finally the darkness will end.
as the rain clears nightfall begins bright and shining stars like diamonds in your soul
you feel life again as the night skies clear, by the time morning falls
The Forecast is Clear Looks like a Sunny day my soul is Beautiful again~