In a 150-year-old iron coffin’s embrace,
Lies a woman, a figure from a bygone grace,
Her presence haunting, her story untold,
A mystery that the passage of time did enfold.

Whispers of fear echoed through the hall,
As the lid was lifted, revealing it all,
A specter from the past, serene yet profound,
In that moment, silence all around.

Who was she, this enigmatic soul,
In a coffin of iron, where shadows stroll,
A relic of history, a puzzle unsolved,
In mysteries like hers, the curious evolved.

Eyes that once saw a world long gone,
Skin that once felt the warmth of the sun,
Now laid to rest in a chamber of steel,
Her secrets and stories, what did they conceal?

The air was heavy with the weight of years,
As they gazed upon her, eyes filled with tears,
A woman of mystery, a silent enigma,
Her presence casting a spectral stigma.

What whispers of the past did she retain,
In that coffin of iron, amid shadows’ reign,
Each mark, each line, a chapter unknown,
In the saga of a life that was once her own.

As the truth slowly unraveled its veils,
In that moment, time seemed to set sail,
The woman in the iron coffin, a silent muse,
Her story now shared, no longer to confuse.

In unveiling her mystery, a closure found,
In the echoes of history, a revelation profound,
The woman laid to rest, now a part of the lore,
In that iron coffin, she shall be remembered evermore.