The sand ascended,
a whirlwind close-by.
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.
Submitted: August 24, 2012
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