The Forgotten Kingdom

Beyond the hills where shadows sleep,

Where ancient secrets lie so deep,

There stands a kingdom, lost and old,

Its walls once bright, now draped in cold.

The towers hum in silent grief,

Their voices lost like autumn’s leaf.

No banners wave, no torches gleam,

Just echoes left of broken dreams.

The streets once filled with dance and song,

Now whisper tales of days too long.

A throne untouched, a crown misplaced,

A kingdom swallowed by time’s embrace.

Yet in the dark, a spark remains,

A ghostly glow within the plains.

For though the world has long forgot,

The heart of kings still burns—red hot.

And one day soon, a voice will rise,

To wake the land, to clear the skies.

The bells will toll, the gates will wide,

And life will surge where dreams abide.

For nothing fades, not stone nor lore,

And lost things wait forevermore.