Emptiness, a clean start.
Space in your head,
If you let life go on
Then there's place for Magic.
Then the world will open itself,
And everything is possible.

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 drowned into the lake,
Death had grabbed me tight.
© The Mad Prophetess