Beneath the desert, deep and still,Where golden sands conceal the grave,Lies Tutankhamun, Pharaoh’s will,A boy-king bound by stone and stave. The tomb was sealed with hieroglyphs,And traps for those who dared to pry,Whispers echo in shadowed cliffs,A warning carried on the wind’s sigh. They came with torches, brave and bold,Archaeologists, drawn by fame,Seeking riches, treasures …
