In a world veiled by time’s ancient shroud,
Specialists unearthed a secret unbowed,
A shaman mummy, 2,200 years old,
Within an adorned tree, its tale untold.

Concealed within nature’s silent keep,
Lay a figure in eternal sleep,
Wrapped in mystery, cloaked in time,
A puzzle that defied reason’s climb.

Specialists gathered, their faces lined with awe,
As they unveiled the shaman, ancient and raw,
A relic of a world long past,
A discovery that left them aghast.

Within the tree’s embrace, the mummy lay,
A guardian of secrets, a sentinel of day,
Adorned with symbols of a forgotten lore,
Eyes closed in slumber, forevermore.

Fear gripped my heart as I beheld the sight,
A shaman mummy, a ghostly light,
In its presence, a chill ran down my spine,
An ancient enigma, a mystery divine.

Specialists puzzled, their theories adrift,
In the presence of this spectral gift,
A shaman mummy hidden from sight,
A riddle that haunted the day and night.

Whispers of rituals, of ancient rites,
Of a shaman’s journey through spectral flights,
Within the adorned tree’s sacred space,
Lay a puzzle of time, a mystery’s embrace.

As the world marveled at this unearthed tale,
I stood in fear, my courage frail,
For in that moment, in that eerie gloom,
I felt the weight of the shaman’s ancient doom.