Book Of Thoth - The Sword

Reflecting in the water

Looking down

The moon comes out

From behind the swiftly shifting clouds

On wings

Of white

High above our heads

The ibis taking flight

Enchained

Enshrined

Always keeping secrets

And always keeping time

Once awoken

Cannot sleep

Lying in the moonlight

Trying to remember what seemed like a portent dream

On wings

Of white

The sacred ibis shines

Frozen in its flight

Enthroned

In space

Watching over all

Never showing its true face