In ancient halls where shadows dwell,
The medieval whispers softly tell
Of knights and quests in moonlit night,
Where honor’s flame burned ever bright.

The Renaissance breathes life anew,
With dreams of art and skies of blue,
A world reborn through brush and pen,
As minds awake, inspired again.

Baroque echoes in gilded gold,
With stories grand and tales of old,
In music’s swell and sculpture’s grace,
The past’s rich tapestry we trace.

Through time’s vast corridors we glide,
Embracing epochs, side by side,
From medieval’s mystic night,
To Baroque’s splendid, vibrant light.