In castles high, where eagles soar,
The kings of yore their banners bore.
With crowns of gold and hearts of steel,
They ruled with power, their fate to seal.

On battlefields where swords would clash,
They led their men with courage brash.
Through storms and strife, they held their ground,
Within their hearts, a duty bound.

In halls of marble and ancient lore,
Their wisdom echoed evermore.
With pen and scroll, their laws were writ,
To guide the land with royal wit.

Though time may pass and kingdoms fall,
The tales of kings will ever call.
In stories told by firelight,
Their legacies shine ever bright.