The secret that shook me to the core,
Revealed in ancient lore,
Was the charm of a Pharaoh’s hair,
Curled and coiled with a regal flair.
3,500 years had passed in time,
Yet this detail, so sublime,
Unearthed in sands of Egypt’s past,
A revelation that forever will last.
The curling locks of royalty’s crown,
A symbol of power handed down,
Whispers of a civilization grand,
In the grip of time’s unyielding hand.
The secret that terrified my soul,
Was not of ghostly tales or ghoul,
But a glimpse into history’s embrace,
A Pharaoh’s charm, frozen in grace.
What mysteries did those curls behold,
As ancient stories they silently told,
Of a ruler mighty and revered,
Whose presence in history appeared.
The revelation of this ancient charm,
Filled me with awe and a sense of alarm,
For in those curls, a legacy profound,
Of a Pharaoh’s reign, in silence bound.
The secrets of the past unveiled,
In the tale of a ruler exalted and hailed,
The charm of the curly hair so old,
A story of Egypt’s treasures untold.
