In ancient halls where whispers dwell,
The shadows of kings cast a silent spell.
Their crowns now dust, yet stories hold,
In tapestries woven with threads of gold.

Thrones once mighty, now stand bare,
Echoing voices that filled the air.
With scepters raised to the endless sky,
They ruled the earth as time passed by.

Beneath the stars, their dreams unfold,
In courts of marble, tales retold.
Their legacies linger, like morning mist,
In every stone, their spirits exist.

Yet in the silence, they gently sing,
Of battles fought and the peace they bring.
For kings may fade, but their echoes remain,
In the heart of history, they forever reign.