Clunk, clunk, clunk
you make your way
up the captivating stairs.
You look through the luxurious loophole....
The unknown follows through the air.

You see an opening,
and the tomb’s hieroglyphics stand out.
The traumatic writing
shares stories of serine beauty...
The unknown follows through the air.

The tomb pops as
the priest preaches.
People stand, statically stunned,
watching the sermine...
The unknown follows through the air.

I hear their god.
He stares at my soul.
Trying I look to him,
I hear the voice...
The unknown follows through the air.

We saw the unknown,
coming up to it with confusion,
trying to understand.
I see where he went...
The unknown went back in the tomb.