Echoes of Time

In the quiet of night, where shadows creep,

Echoes of time, they softly weep.

Through ancient halls, they gently glide,

Whispering secrets, none can hide.

They speak of love, of joy, of pain,

Of empires lost, of kingdoms slain.

In every whisper, a tale untold,

Of mysteries ancient, of legends bold.

In the stillness of dawn, they softly call,

Echoes of time, they enthrall.

For in their whispers, we find our song,

Echoes of time, forever strong.