depcrepit tomb

The sinister petulance of the pharrohs decomposing corpse tightens your lungs as we pass through the decrepit halls of the massive tomb. the dust is piled knee high, and the smell, oh the smell. the scent still lingers of the slaves who built this place, and the nauseous wreak of the royally dead. although this dry lung gripping excuse for oxygen is haunting, its no match for the erie ghastlyness of the black in here, the walls are so thick... no light can get in and no darkness was permitted out, untill now, and so we were warned. either way, we laughed and joked as we ventured on about the small flames and pops of the cobwebs burning, and the rodents and insects scurrying away. we walk and walk and pass many doorways and the abundances of worthy riches left if honor for the fallen pharroh but we keep going, we all know why we are here. we go on in search for THE doorway, the big blue one, the one on the parchment page we took from the mystic she said it was the one, "the gate to our eternal reward" I can see it now. mountains of precious gems of every color possible, blood reds, ocean blues sunlight yellows and deep earthy greens. bricks of gold as big as your forearm, coins from every corner of the planet. even some of the most beautiful weapons that time has ever created. swords made of every type of metal some, with hilts made of wood. some of bone, encrusted with jewels and carvings . maces daggers flails spears and shields scattered in piles across the vastness of the tomb. the entire room is brightly lit by the glow of the ancient diamond named the sorcerers light, it is said to glow even brighter when held by some one pure of heart. someone with no greed no hate and no fear. some one with the angelic qualities of a child. whom u might ask? a saint? a monk? a preist? no. the are all men they cannot hold it without being possessed it must be a boy. a boy of nothing. a boy with nothing. a servent boy. a servant of the new king. we bought him. to bring on this journy. hes strong for eight. as if hed been working every day since the womb. we may take him back to america if everything goes according to plan, the rest of the team with be here shortly with the trucks, bags and necessary faire power to get us back across the border back to our planes we borrowed from a police chief friend of mine who will be handsomely rewarded when we get back there. we come to the epic doorway and to our dismay we find it ajar. so we enter hesitantly and see nothing... its dark... we go farther.... but its gone... nothing but dirt sand and dust. ... i think to myself... you mother fucker... you fooled me. where is it? where are you? ill kill you... we kick around looking for anything . any clues... i stand up thinking , hum... i own a child... what will i name him... what ever... what do i tell them when the trucks get he.. SLAM!!!!! ... oh shit... the door....................................