Through the corridors of time, we tread,
Footsteps echoing of heroes and the dead,
In ancient halls where stories unfold,
The whispers of history, brave and bold.

Battles fought and kingdoms rise,
Under the ever-watching skies,
Legends born in the crucible of strife,
Each tale a testament to life.

We learn from the past, the victories, the fall,
The grandeur of empires, the humble and small,
In every stone and faded scroll,
Lies the heartbeat of history’s soul.

So let us walk this path anew,
With reverence for what we once knew,
For in the echoes of days gone by,
We find the truths that never die.