The Curse of the Tomb

beneath the sands where time and shadows meet there lies the tomb of one who cursed his breath a pharaoh bound by pride his own defeat entombed in gold and wrapped in linen death his sightless gaze guards treasures in his depth his name is lost but still his power stays a ghostly force to haunt the desert’s haze to those who seek his wealth with greedy hands beware the curse that waits in shifting sands no gems or gold will save you from his wrath his vengeance lies in every winding path the dunes will turn and bury where you stand and whispers fill the air to mock your cries as ancient winds ensure no soul survives turn back now traveler leave his tomb behind or feel the weight of centuries confined this pharaoh guards his world with ruthless might his curse will haunt you far beyond the night the desert’s song will claim your heart and mind a warning left to echo in the gloom beware the curse that lingers in his tomb