Eternal Sands

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A guardian of the ages wakes, Wrapped in linens, frayed and gray, A sentinel of ancient makes. His eyes, like lanterns in the night, Glow with a mystic, otherworldly light, As if the desert sands had breathed A life into the bones beneath. The wrappings, worn by time's gentle hand, Reveal the visage of a bygone land, A testament to secrets kept, And mysteries in silence slept. In this still form, a story's told Of cultures past, of tales untold, A bridge between the worlds apart, A whispered promise to the heart. Let the sands of time be still, As we behold this ancient will, A symbol of the eternal sleep, Where memories and dreams do creep.