In the halls of ancient stone,
Kings of old upon their thrones.
With crowns that glimmer, bright and bold,
They weave tales of legends told.
Their kingdoms vast, their power grand,
With wisdom guiding every hand.
Yet shadows loom, and whispers sing,
Of the burdens that power brings.
From battles fought in distant lands,
To treaties forged with steady hands.
Their legacies carved in history,
A tapestry of mystery.
But time, relentless as the sea,
Washes away their majesty.
For all must bow to fate’s decree,
Even the mightiest kings must flee.