| The CURSE of the MUMMY |
Through the remnants of the Desert, The camels and their riders are one, They travel along unhurt. They go to a tomb centuries old, to find out about its mummy, The drafts in the crypt are very cold, The walls of the crypt are crummy. A sarcophagus lie in the middle of the room, Donned with Gold and gems, He who opens it shall meet their doom, The tomb raider the curse condemns. They open it without any fear, with crowbars pressing it's seams, Opening it, inside to peer, and fulfill their many dreams. As it gives way to the person within, A gust of moldy spores are freed, To open this crypt was surely a sin, and its warning they did not heed. The mold takes over their breathing, as they lie coughing and choking, Their emotions are erratically seething, The pangs of death are poking. The curse of the mummies tomb, is not something to take light, Not heeding it sent them to their doom, all within one night. One of the crew did not die yet, he got up and walked away, but the God of death, Set Will definitely have his say. The one to escape this horrid fate, died soon hereafter, for freedom of death, it was too late, Hearing echoes of Nephthys' laughter. The crypt is protected still today, completely undisturbed, Will it be discovered? Who's to say Leaving the world perturbed. BACK TO POEMS |