The Tomb Of The Solstien Prophet Poem by Micah Krahn

A horror of horrors, a final day for the requiem of forgotten souls.
Encased in a casket, like stale bread in a basket, unjustly born from
whence it came where maggots and worms once lay.

Remnants of a lifeless shell of century aged humanity, burrowed from within its crypt,
amongst all the golden virtue astray, no king would ever be found lacking in a place as this.

Mountains of golden treasures overflowed from everywhere from within this crypt.
As if whoever was forgotten here had drowned in the flight of his own greed.

No signal of there ever being any looting, as an enduring century-old aging witchcraft protecting the prophesied temple for
five hundred years.

His personal slaves, and his nine wives and six midwives were buried along side in the same tomb;
alike the Egyptian pharaohs. Even the crypt labourers were killed and entombed within the confines of the crypt.

Their sacrificed corpses mortared the sanctified walls layer upon layer until the 12 foot
thick walls of the main burial chamber were serene and perfect. The tomb, made of stone, had vast array of
treasured jewels encased the deathly black obsidian walls within this Solstinian Prophet's tomb.

For an age his tomb lay in wait, awaiting to be discovered.

Shrines were built to pay homage to the Gods, graves were for all commoners,
tombs were excavated and set aside for the wealthy; the holy and the sanctified.

Not much is known about the thus foggy whereabouts of this unnamed yet detailed Solstien prophet before his
deathly decay; many had but a name to pin to their distant humanity but not this soulless prophet. More will
be revealed about this Solstinian the ever present days of the Aquayan calendar.

The art of prophetic humanity is subjected to remain pure therein for the gods, thus he who has a name cannot
be a loyal servant or a worthy sacrifice.

His ivory obsidian sophisticatedly engraved coffin encased in ten thousand small emeralds, pearls, rubies,
Soleum nuggets and Obsidian diamonds. The coffin securely placed in the middle of the burial chamber was
surrounded by eight seraphs clutching golden scrolls and laurel wreaths in their talons.

A once famed prophet in the height of the Solstinian era, fallen from greatness, resurrected from legend,
his crumbled ashen remnants lay befallen to the decay of time.