In ancient halls where shadows play,
The kings and queens of old did stay.
With crowns of gold and hearts of might,
They ruled the land from dawn to night.

Beneath the stars, their stories told,
Of battles fought and glories bold.
The whispers of their noble deeds,
Are carried by the autumn’s breeze.

In castle’s keep, where secrets lie,
The legacy of kings won’t die.
Their voices echo in the stone,
Reminding us we’re not alone.

Though time may pass and seasons change,
The royal spirits still remain.
In dreams they come, in tales they weave,
The kings and queens we still believe.