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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
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Alesia Leach
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