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Chronicles of the Whispering Ruins - Where Ancient Stones Tell Tales, Amid the Ruined Halls - Poem Lyrics in English
Amid the ruins where shadows play,
Chronicles of the whispering stones hold sway.
In the hallowed halls, once vibrant and grand,
Ancient stones tell tales, etched in the land.
Whispers of empires that once stood tall,
Echo through the ruins, a haunting call.
Stones weathered by time, yet stories persist,
In the whispering ruins, where memories exist.
Crumbled arches, remnants of might,
In the chronicles of ruins, shadows alight.
The stones, like scribes, with tales to unfold,
In the silent echoes, history's story is told.
Through the corridors of time, they weave,
Chronicles of triumphs, of those who grieve.
In the whispering ruins, where silence resounds,
Ancient stones speak of kingdoms unbound.
Oh, whispering ruins, in your solemn grace,
The stones narrate a forgotten embrace.
Hymns of the past sung by the stones,
In the chronicles of ruins, history intones.
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| Chronicles of the Whispering Ruins - Where Ancient Stones Tell Tales, Amid the Ruined Halls - Poem Lyrics in English |
Moss-covered pillars, witnesses true,
In the ruins where time's footsteps strew.
The stones, like bards, weave an ageless rhyme,
In the whispering ruins, through the corridors of time.
Listen, O seeker, to the tales untold,
In the whispering ruins, where history unfolds.
Ancient stones, in the hallowed halls,
Chronicling the past as the echo recalls.
In the whispering ruins, where silence reigns,
Ancient stones tell tales, amidst the remains.
Chronicles of a forgotten time, in the ruined halls,
Echoes of history, within these crumbling walls.
Carved by ancient hands, these stones retain,
Memories of kingdoms lost, in the domain.
Whispers of warriors, kings, and queens,
In the whispering ruins, their presence keen.
Amidst the rubble, stories come alive,
In the shadows of the ruins, where spirits thrive.
The stones bear witness, to the passage of time,
In the chronicles of whispers, an ancient rhyme.
Listen closely to the whispers in the air,
For in the whispering ruins, secrets rare.
In the echoes of the past, we find our way,
Through the chronicles of ruins, where history holds sway.
In the whispering ruins where time stands still,
Ancient stones tell tales, with an echoing thrill,
Amid the shattered halls, where memories reside,
The chronicles of the past, in whispers confide.
Each stone a storyteller, weathered and worn,
Carrying the weight of history, since first morn,
In the quiet of decay, secrets softly unfold,
Among the ruins' embrace, stories untold.
From forgotten kingdoms to battles lost,
The whispers of the ruins, at great cost,
Echoes of glory and moments of despair,
In the chronicles of the ruins, they share.
So let us wander through these hallowed halls,
Where the echoes of the past still call,
For in the chronicles of the whispering ruins,
Lies the essence of time, in its timeless tunes.
