Hieroglyph

Hieroglyph burns a silent secret Within the ancient walls of time. A story whispered in a pictured rhyme. Un-sanded un-sifted entity etched upon the stone, A silent secret, yours alone. In shadows cast by Pharaoh's reign, a mystery woven, to ascertain attention of the human brain. Each stroke, a window to the past. A code unbroken, yet untapped. Papyrus scrolls, fragile and old, Hold tales to decipher and unfold. Pyramids rise against the sky, guarding treasures, of giants asleep nearby. Sands of centuries, windswept and wise. Whispers carried, as the desert sighs. Lost in the silence, where echoes hide, a poet's soul, that is forever tied. Oh, let these symbols unfurl their grace. Unlock the secrets, time can't erase. For in their beauty and ancient air, emotions rise, like a heartfelt prayer. So poets, dreamers, and seekers alike, find your preciplace in the hieroglyphs, tithe. Let the tales they tell,- ignite your soul. And the power of the past come full circle. Let minds unravel, hearts take heed. In the realm where darkness meets the light of need. For in the strokes of an ancient pen, lies the magic to stir souls again. In dusty bleed of pathogen in coffin break,in, urn of Djin reads, WARNING