Veiled Existence

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A figure stirs, in wrappings gray. The threads of time, they bind and tie, A mummy's form, with secrets nigh. The skull, a canvas, bare and clean, A map of life, in death's dark sheen. The bindings creak, a mournful sigh, As if the past, in whispers, cried. In sepia tones, the image fades, A memory, in aged, yellow shades. The wooden slats, a backdrop worn, A testament to time, forlorn and torn. Yet, in this stillness, a story's told, Of life and death, of moments old. A tale of threads, that weave and twine, A fragile bond, 'twixt earth and divine. In Veiled Existence, we find our fate, A journey through, the ages' weight.