The Hidden Holocaust Of The Scary Night. Poem by Hashim Hamzat

And their was a crying voice that was heard by the cunning scorpion in a dark lonely night.
The voice that was perceived was like the voice of a vulture.
An adrift vulture that was consumed by the foggy nature of the night.
She shouted illusively aloud to the inhabitance of the scary cloud.
The scorpion was startled to hear a repetitive echo voice of the vulture.
He ran in his nest, covering himself with it's web.
For what he heard perceived from the voice was of a danger.
A danger that look like the ugly face of an old woman.
All of a sudden
The night swallowed the darkness and vomited it's quietness across the entire wilderness.
It was accompanied by another voice. A voice of a sleeping drum that sings aloud from the hidden valley.
The voice was heard again by the cunning scorpion
Courageously, he came outside from it's nest.
Shouting convulsively, 'who is disturbing the peace nature of the dark night'
An old owl shrouded itself ecliptically from the scorpion and replied in a geriatrics manner ' my son! Do not interfere in a matter that you knew not.
The scorpion run back to it's nest palpitating vigorously aloud.
He was touched by his eldest son and he woke up shouting Anubis! ! Anubis! ! Anubis! ! .
That was when he realize that he was dreaming. But one thing is unexplainable. He met his foot nasty and stained. This was a clew buried in his mind that he was chased just as the dream had said......
By Hashim Hamzat....