Anubis the Forecast, by Yidhra999
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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 thereafter,
In normal life.
I drowned into the sea,
Death had grabbed me tight. |
Posted: 2010-04-06 23:22:26 UTC |
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