The Pyramid's Secrets

The Pyramid's Secrets
We stood in the suffocating air in front of the entrance,
imagining this layer of history that survived
robbers, sandstorms and time.
As the portcullises were slowly removed,
a blast of hot air moved into the chambers.
Our hearts beat as a symphony in anticipation
of the riddles we would solve.
The illumination from our flashlights
showed scenes from the pharaoh's life,
a sight to behold.
The hieroglyphics, on the walls of the storage room,
were as beautiful as images on an artist's canvas.
Among the jewelry, a polished amulet glistened.
At last, we had found the pharaoh's tomb.
In death, we knew that the pharaoh's body had withered.
But our thoughts of our importance disappeared
as we stood in front of the pharaoh, the young king,
ruler of Egypt, who was now a god.