Time's Relentless Pace

Amidst the ruins of ages past,

Beneath the sky's vast, endless blue,

Clouds drift, whispering tales of old,

Dreams of empires, bold and true.

Each stone a story, silent, cold,

Forgotten heroes, their glories told.

Ghosts of the past, in shadows, walk,

Hallowed grounds, where ancients talk.

Inscriptions fading, time's cruel hand,

Jewels of wisdom, grains of sand.

Kings and queens, in power dressed,

Lost to time, in death they rest.

Mysteries buried, secrets deep,

Nocturnal silence, eternal sleep.

Oaths once sworn by firelight,

Promises made in the dead of night.

Quests for glory, for honor, for fame,

Rivers changed, yet stars remain.

Sunsets painting history's face,

Time's relentless, unforgiving pace.

Under moonlit skies, we ponder, reflect,

Vast are the tales history elects.

Whispers of the wind, in the ancient halls,

Xanadu's splendor, as night falls.

Years passing, a continuous flow,

Zeal of the past, in the present glows.