Osiris Walks

                   Osiris  Walks



                Pale moon rising, shadows dance,
                across a rippling Nile
                carrying its secrets to the sea
                night-things whisper, not by chance,
                long-dead Pharoahs smile
                revelling in ancient mystery

                Shifting sands reveal a tomb
                old when Gods were young
                allowing it to shimmer in the night
                sending forth a song of doom
                no human lips had sung
                since darkness first did battle with the light

                Deep within a shrouded form
                arises from its sleep
                like a Phoenix from its funeral pyre
                spreading madness like a storm
                among the human sheep
                who willingly embrace its dark desire

                And as the desert wind blows cold
                across its sea of sand
                an eldritch voice begins again to talk
                speaking in a tongue so old
                no mind can understand
                for once again the Lord Osiris walks


                C.  Lon  R.  Bruso