In ancient halls where whispers dwell,
The kings of old in silence stand,
With crowns that hold a thousand tales,
In shadows cast across the land.

Their eyes, like stars in endless night,
Gaze upon realms they once embraced,
In velvet robes of midnight’s light,
Their legacies, by time, not erased.

Beneath the moon’s soft silver glow,
The echoes of their reigns resound,
In heartbeats of the earth below,
Their silent steps upon the ground.

O kings of yore, in dreams you reign,
In every heart your stories sing,
Through time’s vast sea, your spirits claim,
The throne of memory’s enduring king.