How Tutankhamen Rose Again Poem by Natalie Clyne

In the dark, dark chamber was a dark wooden coffin,
The body inside it, dead to the naked eye.
But the Pharaoh guards his treasures, waiting for his time.
You feel heat coming from no where, the door begins to close,
BANG! Just you and him locked away for good!

Trapped doors made of solid gold begin to open,
Canopic jars revealed with the rest of the Egyptian empire.
Ghosts touching you, feeling you,
They want your body, Tutankhamen recites the words.

You try to run, but no where to go,
Tutankhamen starts to piece together his skin, his body.
The canopic jars float over placing the organs neatly inside,
You start turning into a ghost,
You have died!