The Mummy

If you disturb my sleep,

then you will awaken my curse.

After you, I will creep,

and do to you my worst.

I am the ever-living.

How do you stop the dead?

I come, unforgiving,

to fill your mind with dread.

In bandages I am preserved.

You cannot see my skin.

Through rituals my priest observed,

my life will never end.

If I come after you,

relent, I will not.

There is little you can do

to escape what I’ve got

A horror I am.

You dare not enter my tomb.

You will suffer death by my hand,

as behind you I loom.