In the annals of time, a tomb unearthed,
The ‘Unfortunate Women’ of Téviec, their fate birthed,
A shocking revelation from a distant past,
Constructed with seashells and deer antlers, a tomb so vast.

For 6,500 years, they lay in silent repose,
Their story hidden beneath the earth’s close,
Mysterious figures of a bygone age,
Trapped in a tomb, a silent cage.

The secrets of their lives long forgotten,
In the tomb’s embrace, their bodies begotten,
Seashells and deer antlers, a macabre sight,
A construction that fills the heart with eerie fright.

Who were these ‘Unfortunate Women’ of yore,
What tales do their ancient bones store,
As the tomb reveals its chilling embrace,
Dread seeps in, leaving a haunting trace.

Were they victims of a long-lost strife,
Bound by circumstances beyond this life,
Or offerings to gods of a distant time,
Their fate woven in a mysterious rhyme.

As the archaeologists unearth their grave,
The past whispers of a life they once gave,
A shiver down the spine, a sense of dread,
At the enigma of the ‘Unfortunate Women’ spread.

Their voices lost in the winds of time,
Their legacy etched in this eerie prime,
The 6,500-year-old tomb stands tall,
A monument to those who answered fate’s call.

In the shadows of this ancient place,
The ‘Unfortunate Women’ now find grace,
Their story a puzzle that may never be read,
Leaving me filled with a lingering dread.