In the corridors of ancient stone,
Where whispers of the past reside,
Silent stories etched in bone,
Speak of kingdoms and their pride.
Through the dust of centuries flown,
Echoes of battles fought and won,
In shadows where the seeds were sown,
The tales of glory never done.
Time weaves a tapestry so vast,
Threads of history intertwined,
In every shadow that is cast,
Lives the legacy left behind.
Oh, how the echoes softly play,
In the hallways of our minds,
Reminding us of yesterday,
In the stories history binds.