In shadows of the ancient past, we tread,
Through cobbled streets where whispers of yore are said.
The echoes of the ancients call our name,
Their tales of valor, love, and timeless fame.

Castles worn by the hands of time,
Stand tall, a testament to the sublime.
Their stone walls hold secrets deep and old,
Stories of battles and knights so bold.

Through tapestries of history, we weave,
The lives of those who dared to believe.
In dreams that soared beyond the stars,
And hearts that healed a thousand scars.

The sands of time, they endlessly flow,
Revealing the past, the tales we know.
A journey through time, a sacred lore,
History’s embrace, forevermore.