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.