In the echo of ancient walls,
Whispering tales of yore,
Where forgotten kings and battles,
Still linger, evermore.

Time, an eternal river,
Carves stories in its wake,
From the dawn of human whispers,
To the dreams that we remake.

Footsteps of the ancients,
Imprinted in the soil,
Their struggles and their triumphs,
A testament of toil.

Through ages long forgotten,
Their whispers reach our ears,
Reminding us of lessons,
Etched in the sands of years.