In the depths of Kabayan Cave, a secret lay hidden,
A tale of ancient preservation, a mystery unbidden,
The fire mummy, a human form frozen in time,
Through dehydration and smoke, a preservation sublime.

In Benguet Province, Philippines, the discovery unfurled,
A body preserved through methods of an ancient world,
Wrapped in cloth, adorned with beads and shells,
A testament to practices where history dwells.

The fire mummy, a enigma of the past,
A human relic that was meant to last,
Through rituals of heat and smoke, a preservation art,
Guarding secrets of a culture’s beating heart.

In the stillness of the cave, where shadows dance,
Lies the fire mummy in a timeless trance,
Whispers of a life long gone, a story untold,
In the preservation of flesh, a history bold.

The mysteries it holds, the secrets it keeps,
In the silence of the cave where the fire mummy sleeps,
A glimpse into a world ancient and wise,
A human body preserved where time defies.

In Kabayan Cave, beneath earth and stone,
The fire mummy rests, silent and alone,
A testament to a past now long gone,
A marvel of preservation that continues to dawn.

In the hushed air of that ancient place,
The fire mummy’s presence a lingering trace,
A reminder of a time shrouded in mist,
A human body preserved, a story persist.