Guardians Of The Tomb Poem by Chris Embrick

Guardians of the tomb
No artifacts have been exhumed
Beyond the vault the winding maze
A dozen dead end passageways
To keep the secret of the room.

Beneath desert sands darkness looms
Death lingers in the heavy gloom
Around the coffin, statue's gaze
Guardians of the tomb.

The work complete, the workers doomed
The sands of time have filled the plume
No light inside since Pharaoh's days
To keep intruders from the womb
Guardians of the tomb.