Ancient

A crack of light,
Color filling the dark,
Filled with dust, an unfamiliar sight,
Men looking at the unfamiliar mark.

Webs spun around the tomb,
Carving made by hand and tool,
Dust rising in a plume,
Darkness echoing the light like a stalking ghoul,

Ancient words from a time long ago,
Culture rich and gone again,
A power unfamiliar beginning to glow,
History unwound by water and a rain,

Discovery found again all anew,
Creation found through and through.