In the halls of ancient stone, where echoes never die,
Kings and queens of old, their legacy, the sky.
Thrones adorned with gold, and crowns with precious gems,
Stories of their might, etched in historyâs hems.
Beneath the moonlit sky, in castles grand and tall,
They ruled with iron fists, yet hearts that could enthrall.
Battles won and lost, in the name of their domain,
The cries of victory, the sorrow of the slain.
With wisdom in their eyes, and power in their hands,
They shaped the fate of nations, and forged mighty lands.
Their reigns brought peace and war, their judgment swift and keen,
The legends of their rule, in memories evergreen.
Time has passed them by, yet their spirits linger still,
In every stone and tale, in every ancient hill.
Kings and queens of yore, though their bodies fade away,
Their legacy endures, in the hearts of those who stay.