In the hushed halls of the Puno Archaeological Museum,
Lies an ancient warrior mummy, shrouded in gloom,
An enigmatic secret cloaked in time’s embrace,
Leaving experts puzzled, a mystery to trace.

The warrior, preserved for a thousand years,
Eyes that have seen both triumphs and tears,
His story etched in the wrappings that bind,
A riddle from the past, a puzzle of the mind.

Whispers of battles fought in ages long past,
Of conquests and defeats that couldn’t last,
His mummified form, a silent sentinel,
Guarding secrets that history may not dispel.

Experts pore over each cryptic clue,
Trying to unlock what time withdrew,
The mystery deepens, the answers obscure,
In the warrior’s gaze, a presence demure.

Fear creeps into the hearts of those who seek,
A thousand-year-old puzzle, cryptic and meek,
What lies beneath the warrior’s ancient guise?
What truths and secrets in his cold eyes?

The enigma lingers, a shadow in the air,
A mystery that time refuses to repair,
In the depths of history’s silent tomb,
The ancient warrior mummy casts a solemn gloom.

I, too, feel the shiver of the unknown,
In the presence of secrets so overgrown,
The fear of what truths may come to light,
In the ancient warrior’s silent, eerie sight.