In the rugged Andean peaks, where echoes linger long,
Archaeologists delve, to the ancient’s song,
Uncovering a pre-Inca mummy, frozen in time,
Bound with ropes, in a fearful pantomime.

As the earth yields its secrets, a chill cuts through the air,
Whispers of the past, tales of despair,
The mummy, a sentinel of a bygone age,
Concealing secrets, locked in a ghostly cage.

Bound in ropes, in a stance of dread and fear,
The mysteries it guards, drawing archaeologists near,
Silent witness to a time long past,
A haunting figure, in ropes steadfast.

With each delicate touch, each careful reveal,
The mummy’s story, like an ancient seal,
Unfolds before their eyes, a history untold,
Of a life cut short, of mysteries bold.

In the etchings of time, in the fibers of rope,
Lies a secret whispered, a tale of hope,
Or perhaps of strife, of battles fought,
Of a soul departed, lessons taught.

The Andean winds whisper tales of old,
As the mummy’s secrets slowly unfold,
A fearful stance, a mystery deep,
In the heart of the mountains, where secrets keep.

Experience chills as the mummy is unearthed,
Its presence felt, its mysteries birthed,
A pre-Inca enigma, bound in a ghostly dance,
A haunting secret, a fleeting glance.

In the shadow of the Andean sun, where mysteries rise,
The mummy stands sentinel, under ancient skies,
A reminder of a time long gone,
A tale of the past, forever drawn.