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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 trip to be over

Everything that shines should not be taken

I open my eyes hours later, where have I awaken?

Not sure when I wrote this, but I never even started on part 2 but I'm not sure this story even needs to continue. Enjoy!