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One night I slept

In the Necropolis

And was met by Visions

Horrible and Strange

I saw aloft

A blood-black sun

Effusing misty

Crimson Rays

The sand was smooth as iron

But broke beneath my weight

And stalled my proceeding

So shadows could savor my fear

And then the only other soul

In this desolate world

Solemnly approached

And deigned to tell his tale

He was once

Renowned among men

Overseer of treasures

And Leader of armies

But his tomb

Was laid a desolate waste

The elements and fiends

Bestowed it all their hate

The visions swept away

And heavy sat my heart

I confessed these things

To Amun’s highest priest

Khonsuemheb balanced my tale

With a discerning gaze

His duty becoming clear

And sent me on my way

He would find this spirit

And restore the tomb

A priestly duty manifest

His piety in revenant bloom

No matter the cost

Or labor he must take

The spirit will rest

Until the end of days