In the ancient lands of Iran, a tale unfolds,
The enigma of the “Salt Man” mummy, history holds,
A secret unearthed from time’s silent thread,
A mystery that astonished, filling hearts with dread.

Preserved in salt’s eternal embrace,
The Salt Man emerged with a stoic face,
His remains a puzzle of ages gone by,
A riddle that made the world stop and sigh.

From the depths of Iran’s ancient ground,
Came a figure so still, so solemnly bound,
Whispers of the past lingered in the air,
As the Salt Man’s story began to bare.

His skin like leather, his gaze so deep,
A mystery shrouded in an eternal sleep,
What secrets did he carry, what tales did he know,
In the salt’s icy grip, in whispers low?

The world turned its eyes to this ancient find,
The Salt Man’s presence, frozen in time,
A secret that baffled the minds of all,
A relic of the past that stood proud and tall.

As I stood before this enigmatic sight,
A sense of dread, like a shadow, took flight,
The Salt Man’s story, a puzzle so vast,
A mystery from the ages that would forever last.

What ancient rituals did he partake,
What stories of old did his silence break?
In the enigma of the Salt Man’s repose,
Lies a secret that nobody truly knows.

Astonishing the world with his silent plea,
The Salt Man’s mystery continues to be,
A riddle that haunts, a tale that’s unread,
The enigma of the Salt Man, filling hearts with dread.