In
The Demon's Head #109: Pyramids Through Time
May
6, 2013
Hello
everyone and Happy Monday. Well, let me think about that, can you really call
Monday happy? The jury is still out on that one but there is a bright side, we
have new pieces this week so let's get started. I'm thinking that this week I
will do what I did last week since it did so well. In case you missed it, I
will be linking my three post this week together to form one big post. I'll
have a name and everything this time around. I can only hope that you guys like
this one as well. Let's take a look at the picture this week.
Pyramids
Through Time
Archeology
has a weird lure to it,
You
dig up things from the past,
You
find history,
Buried
in the oddest places,
That's
what pulled me into it,
I
wanted to uncover the truths,
Of
the past,
All
of our digs,
Were
simple,
And
without incident,
Up
until,
The
collapse of the sands,
That
lead to the biggest discovery,
Of
my life,
We
were working a site,
And
the ground began to shake,
We
braced ourselves,
Thinking
that it was just an earthquake,
But
the sands began to move,
Running
across the desert,
We
watched,
As
in the distance,
An
entire section,
Of
the desert,
Slipped
away,
After
just a few minutes,
The
ground stopped,
And
went to check it out,
As
we neared the edge of the crater,
What
we saw,
Took
our breath away,
Beneath
the sands,
Was
a pyramid,
Sitting
firm,
As
if it had been there for years,
But How?
I
found myself asking,
I
stared in disbelief,
I
noticed that the sands,
Stepped
down,
To
the door,
I
stepped on the first one,
And
surprisingly,
It
didn't give,
I
walked down the steps one at a time,
Followed
by my crew,
When
we reached the door,
I
stared at it,
Wondering
what could lie on the other side,
I
stared at it,
The
carvings,
Were
unlike anything I've ever seen,
The
pictures,
Seemed
to tell a story,
But
I couldn't make it all out,
I
touched the door,
And
it opened,
Dust
flew down through the opening,
The
tunnel,
Lit
up,
All
the way around,
I
stepped into the tunnel and stared,
The
smell within in the tunnel,
Suggested
that it had been here for centuries,
I
took two steps inside,
And
suddenly the door began to close,
I
tried to stop it,
But
I couldn't,
And
as it snapped closed,
I
found myself,
Locked
inside,
This
tomb,
I
began walking along the hall,
And
the pictures on the walls,
Weren't
carvings,
But
paintings,
Hung
up in a row,
And
each picture,
Marked
a moment in history,
Starting
with scenes from the bible,
And
going all the way through,
The
election of President Obama,
Everything
was there,
But How,
If this has been here for all this
time,
How did it have those pictures,
I
weighed my thoughts,
As
I walked the hallway,
Losing
track of time,
I
realized that at the end,
There
was a door,
That
was glowing white,
I
walked up to it as it began to open,
The
light blinded me,
And
a voice started calling to me,
(To
Be Continued)
About
The Piece
I
hope that you enjoyed the first piece in what I'm calling "Sands Of The
Forgotten" The next two pieces will
be a bit strange but I think that you'll enjoy the entire trilogy. As always,
your feedback is welcomed and encouraged.
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the next time you want to take a trip through the gates of hell, I'm Kyle
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