Better Left Alone

Copyright - 03/10/00
Better Left Alone

Ripe and upturned death walls open
To reveal something of the past
A brief moment of forgiveness
A brief moment of fright
As the ghoulish figure appears in sight.

Huge stones roll away casting dents
The once man stands a lit to a curse
A brief moment of quakes
A brief moment of shock
As the mummy thuds down with a chop.

Strands of stray material cling to
The creature before you as you kneel
A brief moment of tears
A brief moment of pasts
As the thing gets you in his grasp.

Madness and insanity begin to reign
Within the confines of a mortal man
A brief moment of desire
A brief moment of terror
Freezes man as the thing speaks a slur.

Settled into it’s hands and seeing
Nothing but darkness within your head
A brief moment to calculate
A brief moment to flee
As the mummy stops seizing me.

Artifacts and gold the last I see
Within the dangerous mummy’s tomb
A brief moment to pray
A brief moment to hope
That I can escape and begin to cope.