In the twilight of forgotten dreams,
Where shadows dance and moonlight gleams,
I hear the whispers of the past,
Calling me to a bond that’s vast.

Through the echoing halls of time,
Their voices sing in ancient rhyme,
A symphony of lives once led,
In footsteps where my soul is bred.

They speak of courage, love, and pain,
Of battles fought and fleeting gain,
Their stories etched in every bone,
A legacy that’s never lone.

So, I walk this path with reverence deep,
For the spirits that in silence keep,
Their wisdom guiding every stride,
In their honor, I confide.