Through the night sundered by light
And booming with wrathful clashes,
The weary traveler went, indifferent,
Where footsteps faded to ashes.

The air was hot and heavy,
He smelled the rains from far away
Allowed his feet to sink in the sand
Under the watchful nomad's gaze.

The pyramid loomed up from thin air
Like a mirage or some reverie!
The cold shaded corridors drew him in,
But they drew him in to keep.

How young and foolish, a daring rogue
Weak with hunger and fatigue
Like prey to a web, so easy to fall
And never again be allowed to leave.

Confusion and chaos muddled his eyes
Despair gnawed clean through his heart
The panic burned through his blood and mind
Tearing his sanity apart.

So if you gaze upon the ruins
In the hot desert dunes,
And all you can see is white stone-

Remember the days
When the tiers and the maze
Were the last things a traveler would know.




Penned by my hand on the 24th of Chronos, in the year 601 AF.