Anubis

Tomorrow’s light,
Fallen before an outstretched arm.
The hand closed,
Fingers pointing inwards,
Nails biting into flesh.

Yesterday’s darkness
Is of no concern to him.
What came before
Is nothing in comparison
To this moment.

the Present,
neither light nor dark.
This is his;
Lacking even shades of grey
To define it’s shape.

The Gates
Held by their keeper.
Locked to me for now.

But not forever.