Abydos (opening Of The Tomb)

Abydos (opening Of The Tomb) short poem

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Well I can see the golden Falcon of Edfu
circling Abydos tonight in the shadow of
a blue moon, I can feel the cool, cool desert
winds walking the three star path of the
Jackal back to Giza again pulling my cape
up around me tight I enter the ancient and
dark catacombs down, down to your never
opened tomb and I recite these words from
the Book Of The Dead…the cavern is opened
for you in the abyss and in the sunshine
you are released; the cavern is opened for Shu
and if he comes out may you come out…rise now
and take your seat in the bark of Re the great
one who rises and shines in the waterway of
the lake…so mote it be!

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through poetry.com and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through Lulu.com. After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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