Rise, Mummy

Stirring from restless dreams
opening my crusted eyes
my limbs tightly wrapped
restrained in my death dreams
recalling my violent murder
me, the young heir, to the throne
sent far too early to duat, the afterlife,
how long have I slept entombed
what has happened to the world
my jewel encrusted funearl attire
hangs heavy upon my body
straining, I look around slowly
my vision clearing
my sarcophagus is jolted
hearing muffled voices, I wonder
death dust rises and spreads
my death home is opening
excited chatter fills the air
a group of strangers look upon me
exclaiming about a big find
my name is upon their lips
rise, mummy, rise, return
the world is ready for you once more


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