In the hushed halls of the James Ford Bell Library, a tome obscure,
Whispers of The Tatar Giant and the Heliopolitan allure,
An enigma shrouded in mystery, a puzzle unsolved,
Leaving me haunted, my curiosity involved.
Pages weathered by time, ink faded and worn,
Reveal tales of giants and gods, from a time forlorn,
The Tatar Giant, a figure of colossal might,
The Heliopolitan, a deity bathed in celestial light.
Their stories intertwined in the ancient script,
A tapestry of myths, of gods and giants adrift,
I pore over the words, seeking clues untold,
Yet the enigma persists, a mystery bold.
The Tatar Giant, a looming specter of the past,
A being of legend, whose shadow is vast,
The Heliopolitan, radiant and divine,
A figure of worship, in tales that intertwine.
As I delve deeper into the tome’s cryptic text,
The mysteries within leave me perplexed,
Each line a riddle, each page a maze,
Filling me with trepidation, in a mesmerizing haze.
The secrets of the giants and gods remain veiled,
In the whispers of ancient lore, in tales detailed,
The Tatar Giant and the Heliopolitan, a duo enigmatic,
Their presence in the tome, both haunting and dramatic.
In the depths of the library, where knowledge lies,
The enigma lingers, beneath watchful eyes,
The Tatar Giant and the Heliopolitan, a riddle profound,
Their mysteries continue to elude, leaving me spellbound.
