Amidst the echoes of ancient halls,
Where whispers of the past reside,
The silent throne stands tall and proud,
Guarding secrets time can’t hide.
Crowned with dreams of golden light,
Kings once ruled with wisdom’s grace,
Their shadows dance in moonlit night,
Leaving traces time can’t erase.
In corridors of timeless stone,
Their voices linger, soft and low,
A legacy carved in hearts alone,
In every breeze, their stories flow.
Yet still the throne in silence waits,
For new tales to unfold with time,
Where kings of old find their fates,
In the rhythm of life’s endless rhyme.