My Page (Meuvidar's Lamp)
Meuvidar's Lamp Part 1: Escape Traveling to Arab countries looking for treasure I will search high and low despite of the weather Speak of the devil here comes a storm It's coming in to fast I can't make up the form I try to turn back and it swallows me whole I awake in a buried tomb it's dark and it's cold I spot something, my eyes set upon a golden glare So much beauty it beholds as it shines and I stare Feelings of awe I step closer inside the thin air I can barely breathe but I must have what's there Whit gold in my grasp I feel so enchanted Like It's the most gracious holy entity on the planet Then I begin to panic as the room falls to granite A trap was set, I must leave out here alive Where to go there's nowhere even to hide Until I spot an entry way off to the side I sprint there and boulders fall on my shoulders As I narrow on my target the air only gets colder I'm barely breathing praying this