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Whispers of Anubis

In a dark, dark room,
an eerie aura sorrounds;
deathly whispers crawl in the air,
sounding like incantations.

A sarcophagus lays still in the room,
whispers oozing out of it; no one knows
that the sarcophagus is a portal to the Underworld,
where Anubis and his cohorts reign.

Only the Book of Ra; its jacket containing the symbol
of the Scarab Beatle, that can chase away the whispers,
and curses from the whispers.

The evil dead continue to be undead, 'til when the Destined One
finds Ra's Book, and chants the verses that he sees.......

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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