In the shadows of ancient stone,
Whispers of history softly moan.
Tales of warriors, kings, and dreams,
Flow like rivers in timeless streams.
The echoes of battles long since fought,
In hallowed halls where legends are sought.
Silent footsteps on cobbled ways,
Speak of glory in forgotten days.
Statues stand in solemn grace,
Guardians of time in a sacred place.
Each crack and crease a story untold,
Secrets of ages in their fold.
Through the pages of history’s tome,
We journey back to find our home.
In the heart of time, we see our fate,
Bound by the threads history creates.