The Mummy's Tomb

In the Valley of The Kings. 

In the dead of Egypt’s night.

I was deciphering hieroglyphics,

by my torch’s flickering light.

Behind me! 

A rustle of cloth and bone!

A foot dragging on ancient stone.

Dropping my torch, I took flight.

Heart thumping in desperate fright.

Zig zagging through a forgotten maze,

my senses shattered-my mind a daze.

An empty sarcophagus meets my eyes.

I’d disturbed this place seeking a prize.

A turn to the left leads to a dead end.

The monster is just around the bend!

I cower covering my terrified face.

The creature’s caught me in the chase.

Crack open my eyes to meet my doom.

Yes! A mummy! -Escaped from his tomb.

For three millennia it had slumbered.

Now it rose because I had plundered.

Withered arm stretched towards my neck.

The face a tattered, tortured wreck.

I see this thing is about to speak!

A curse no doubt that it will wreak.

The mummy opens its shriveled jaw,

words forming from that gaping maw.

I brace to listen on shaking knees.

“Hey sister - you dropped your keys!”

@2023MoePhillips

Backstory

What can we say? The Feisty Beast crew grew up on vampires, werewolves and mummies. An abominable snowman or two as well. So, when October rolls around, we go back to the days of our youth. Scrunched down in that famous dark, munching candy and waiting for the fang and claw action to kick in. Left us breathless and panting for more!  Don a pith helmet and get your tarry torch ready to carry into the TOMB! The Mummy (bless Karloff) always moves SO slow- but run as you might, you could not shake the guy.