Beneath the veil of time’s embrace,
Lies a woman, a figure of grace,
Preserved for millennia, in silent repose,
Uncovering secrets that history chose.

As I unveil her form, laid to rest,
4,000 years past, on time’s behest,
The revelation of a mystery untold,
Leaves me in awe, in wonder bold.

Her ancient features, a story to tell,
Of a life lived in a distant spell,
Eyes that once gazed upon a different sky,
Whispers of a world passing by.

In her stillness, a presence profound,
A connection to a time unbound,
The weight of centuries upon her brow,
A relic of the past, then and now.

The mystery she holds, a riddle in time,
Unraveling slowly, like a poet’s rhyme,
A tale of long-ago days and nights,
Lost in the shadows of forgotten sights.

As I stand in her presence, in trepidation,
Witness to an ancient incarnation,
The echoes of her existence resound,
In the silence of history’s hallowed ground.

A woman laid to rest, 4,000 years unfurled,
A glimpse into a distant world,
In her secrets, in her quiet plea,
I find a connection to what used to be.

May her story, her essence, forever endure,
In the annals of time, pure and sure,
As I unravel the threads of her ancient design,
In her presence, a moment divine.