With scales like sandstone, weathered and worn,
Dumud slumbers, secrets yet unborn.
A sphinx of ages, eyes closed in repose,
Guarding the desert, where knowledge bestows.
His silence echoes, a riddle untold,
Of forgotten eras, stories yet unfold.
The wind whispers wisdom, through shifting sands,
Of ancient powers, held in his patient hands.
He yearns for understanding, truths to seek,
To bridge the gap, where the present and past meet.
To guide lost wanderers, with cryptic clues,
Unveiling mysteries, bathed in desert hues.
Whispers sing, of pharaohs long gone,
Of buried treasures, beneath the setting sun.
But Dumud seeks a different kind of quest,
To share his knowledge, put all doubts to rest.
Oh, Dumud, enigma of the desert vast,
May gentle winds awaken wisdom’s past.
Let cryptic riddles lead to truths untold,
And ancient secrets, in new stories unfold.
For in your depths, where time and wisdom sleep,
True guidance lies, beyond the sands so deep.
And weathered scales, with patient, knowing gaze,
Will light the path, through history’s maze.