In halls adorned with ancient gold,
The kings of yore their stories told.
Their crowns, a symbol of their reign,
Through endless time, they shall remain.
Beneath the sky of twilight hues,
Their wisdom guides, their spirit true.
Though time may pass, their legacy,
In hearts and minds, will always be.
The battles fought, the victories won,
Under the ever-watchful sun.
Their courage echoes through the years,
A beacon bright, dispelling fears.
So here we stand, in reverence deep,
For kings who never cease to keep,
Their place in history’s vast expanse,
A timeless dance, a kingly trance.