A/N: Just so I have something to publish whileI my muse is holidaying the in the azores. (Writer's block is not POET'S block)

Oh, yeah and the characters aren't mine.

ANUBIS

Ancient reaper of an ancient past,
Following tainted bloodlines
Feels importance in the next big job,
Hears a bell on the still night air
And a child's voice raised in hope
Feels the spirit in this one
And senses the power of her bell

Knowing the story is all very well
But feeding the plot is what counts

Disclosing a name
And to have it misheard
Is what changes a god,

In his face, in his form.
To feel a new shape,

Its potential or weakness,
And to melt it, to mould it,

To twist it and shape it to suit...

Well, knowing the story is all very well,
But feeding the plot is what counts.