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 thereafter, In normal life. I drowned into the sea, Death had grabbed me tight.