In the howling desert, where sands collide,
A pyramid stands, a relic of old.
A shadowy figure, where shadows abide,
In mummy's cloth, a tale yet untold.
A scarlet moon paints the nocturnal scene,
She dances, a phantom, ethereal and free,
Her form, a vision, haunting and serene,
A soul suspended, betwixt death and life, you see.
