Deep in the jungle, shadows crawl,
Where ancient ruins whisper and call.
A lost city, long forgot,
Guarded by time and myths that rot.
A treasure waits, the map is old,
Legends speak of kings and gold.
But ghosts arise, the wind grows cold,
A voice warns, “Leave! This tale is told!”
Footsteps echo, vines stretch wide,
The spirits dance, they will not hide.
A golden throne, a cursed crown,
One wrong touch – it all falls down!
The ground shakes, the walls give way,
You turn to run, no time to stay!
The jungle swallows all once more,
A lost city lost forevermore.
The legend lives, the tale is spun,
For those who seek, yet find not one.
In Africa, the past stands tall,
A mystery that will never fall.
