A thousand years ago, in the sands of time,
An excavation unearthed a relic sublime,
The mummy of a Young Prince, wrapped in gold,
Whispers of a secret from eras untold.
Hints of royal lineage traced back in the dust,
To Tiye Amehotep and Thutmose, a lineage robust,
Revealing a heritage cloaked in ancient lore,
A tale of kings and queens from an age before.
As the archaeologists peeled back the shroud,
Echoes of history whispered aloud,
The secrets that lay within those ancient tombs,
Sent shivers down spines in dimly lit rooms.
The Young Prince’s mummy, a silent witness,
To a time of grandeur, power, and mysterious business,
A story of pharaohs, of kingdoms lost in time,
Unveiled by the sands in a rhythm and rhyme.
Tiye Amehotep and Thutmose, names of old,
Linked to the Young Prince’s story, bold,
A lineage of rulers, of a dynasty grand,
Uncovered by scholars in a forgotten land.
In the hush of discovery, a chill in the air,
As the past whispered secrets, ancient and rare,
The revelation of royal ties so divine,
A secret unveiled from a distant shrine.
A thousand years ago, in that moment profound,
The Young Prince’s mummy, in silence, crowned,
With a legacy that echoed through history’s line,
Revealing a secret that transcended time.
