Amidst the sands of time and space ... poem by Stefano Donno

Amidst the sands of time and space,

A tome of secrets lies in grace,

The Book of the Dead, a sacred place,

For souls to find their eternal embrace.

 

With hieroglyphics etched in gold,

Its pages tell tales of old,

Of gods and pharaohs long foretold,

And the journey of the soul's unfold.

 

The weighing of the heart, a daunting test,

As Anubis, the jackal-headed, does attest,

To see if it is light as a feather, at best,

Or heavy with sin, and thus must be suppressed.

 

In the Duat, the realm of the dead,

The soul must pass through gates ahead,

And recite spells to ward off dread,

And protect against the monsters' spread.

 

But fear not, for there is hope,

As the sun god Ra helps souls to cope,

And guides them to the afterlife's scope,

Where they may find eternal elope.

 

The Book of the Dead, a guide for all,

To navigate the underworld's thrall,

And reach the promised eternal hall,

Where the soul can finally stand tall.

 

Oh ancient tome, your secrets still inspire,

As we seek to understand the afterlife's attire,

And ponder what awaits beyond the fire,

When our earthly journey does expire.