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Lazarus looked up from his tea with a look of surprise.
At first, I was anxious and a bit fearful,
but his words quickly lifted my doubts:

"Ah-ha!
That scoundrel convinced me
it would take longer to get here!
I suppose that's a decent use of trickery..
at least I'm pleasantly surprised and not dead, or worse: disappointed!"

He looked at me and nodded knowingly.

"Scoundrel! I almost thought it would arrive too late!
See, I spoke to a friend on the desert coast-
well, he's a bit more of a jester I once tried to banish, really, but a friend, nevertheless!-
about some possible leads for finding this child.
He agreed to draw me a map based on his research.
However, the only thing is that this map
is shrewdly coded.

You see,
though I may be more frail now than in my youth,
I've certainly learned a thing or two
and I'm afraid I must accompany you,
for what do you make of this map?"

He showed me the scroll
and it seemed to be a sketch of the Kingdom with symbols for places and landmarks. Some parts were even upside down and there were several burn marks where the Volcano is. In the corner was an ink flurry I could only imagine to be the signature of the artist.. it seemed to read.. 'Scoundrel.'

Was 'Scoundrel' his name, or a title? A joke?
Certainly seemed to be fitting, regardless.
Clever little ******, I figured this trickster fella to be.

Seven locations were encircled in deep red,
but only three had an icon of the sun stamped with a golden ink.

"Seems like a treasure map."

"Of sorts..
a mad map drawn by a mad man for a mad quest.
Quite apropos, indeed.
The encoding would prevent those of impure mind from finding the child, should the worst happen to the bearer of this map. Leave it to a scoundrel to think to safeguard a map to the Chosen One against foul play. Wisdom can be found in such impishness as his, so long as the darkness doesn't break you. It takes one to know one, I suppose. Hah."

Lazarus turned to me and sat up straight, clearing his throat.

"Now, should you allow me to come with you,
I can decode it based on the clues we come across,
that is, unless you wish to make it on your own."

His expression was stern, yet infused with wonder and anticipation.

"The choice, my dear Dhorna, is yours."
Please forgive me that it took a while to write this. I've been busy/distracted. :)

Part Seven: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/905203/dialogue-with-anubis-entry-seven/

Collection: http://hellopoetry.com/collection/8147/dialogue-twixt-ioanna-and-anubis/

Apropos: adj.
Being both relevant and opportune

http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/apropos
CONVERSATIONS Oct 2017
Sitting on the bench
Dungeon dark
Blood rushing, violent thoughts
Lights flickering
Silent cries
Swollen eyes, vengeance solidified
A sudden urge
Ugly middle position
And that my friend is how a
Psychopath was born.

Because mommy told me
"Not everything has to be set right"
Let this be imperfect forever.
Let me go crazy
Mistaking me for my impishness
They gave me a new identity.

Everything was lifeless and I found it bewitching!
Why does everything have to be so dark thought I
When I can paint the world in red.
Favourite.
The blood of thy enemies,
The peace of my mind.
Was just like I had learnt in Science
Directly proportional.

Dear Lord grant me pardon
For I have sinned,
Letting my mind control my heart
And let it win
But how helpless am I
For my heart was never mine
Losing it to the devil,
I knew I had found my life.
littlewriterr Oct 2020
i’m the woman who enjoys intellectual, philosophical debates, discussions with likeminded people
the one who sits in a corner doing nothing except reading
i’m the woman who finds old things
who collects them
who thrives in them
vintage
the colour of my soul
i’m the woman who carries tea bags around, in every bag
who laughs when her friend says, “people would expect condoms”
i’m the woman who has a bucket full of advice, strong opinions, hard truths
i’m the woman who smiles warmly with a slight frown when she’s called an old woman
a granny
i own it though
wear it like a crown

i am also a girl who gets frenzied at the sight of skittles
the one who hypes her friends on the dance floor
i’m the girl filled with mischievous ideas
adventure dancing in my skin
impishness  
the colour of my heart
impractical
stubborn
loud
my best qualities

i am the woman
i am the girl
who’s been called ****** so many times
it has become my middle name
i own it
my best quality
i wear it like a crown
Mohd Arshad Oct 2018
The hills keep a tab
On impishness of the sea;
Unaware, men stroll!
Michael Marchese Nov 2024
Devils preach the gospels
And I fear that it is not so
That they clearly see
Absurdity
The shades
Of **** Germany
This slowly moving coup
Now made to seem
It’s just like you
Bankrupted victim
Of the system
Yet so privileged
By its gifts
Claims to uplift you
As it rips you
A new hole
Expands the rift
And in its grifting
Disempowers with
Its ignorance is bliss
As you believe its
Impishness
Is not impiety
Your faith
Begins to turn
From your convictions
To your notions
Nation-state
More based in race
Than in reality
More rooted in
Delusion
And even now it writes you off
Just like its
Constitution

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