Eternal Slumber

In the depths of time, a soul lies still, Wrapped in linen, a story to fulfill. The bones, a testament to life's fleeting pace, A mummy's gaze, a window to a forgotten place. The wrappings, a shield against the ravages of age, A guardian of secrets, a keeper of the stage. The skull, a canvas, a map of a life once lived, A topography of memories, forever given. In this sepulcher, a tale of love and loss is told, A testament to the transience of human gold. The mummy's presence, a reminder of our own fate, A call to cherish life, to seize the moment's weight. In the stillness, a beauty lies, a truth revealed, A story of a life, in the wrappings, concealed.