In shadows deep, where whispers tread,
A tale unfolds of a mummy possessed.
Wrapped in linen, ancient and gray,
Awakening spirits from their slumbered stay.
Eyes like embers, glinting in the gloom,
Stirring the echoes of an ancient tomb.
Restless and wild, in the night’s soft caress,
Legends reborn of a mummy possessed.
She dances in silence, through the dust and the time,
A haunting lament, a forgotten rhyme.
With every heartbeat, the past reclaims,
The stories untold, the forgotten names.
Through corridors tangled in memories lost,
She weaves through the shadows, counting the cost.
A guardian, a keeper of secrets long dressed,
She weeps for the ages, for a mummy possessed.
So listen, dear wanderer, when darkness draws near,
For the echo of history is crystal clear.
In the stillness of night, let your spirit invest,
In the mystery spun by a mummy possessed.