In the heart of an ancient ruin,
Where time stands still in its pursuit,
The echoes of history resound,
In the silence that knows no bound.
Majestic stones embrace the past,
Whispers of tales they hold steadfast,
Legends buried in each crack,
An enigma the ruin does not lack.
Nature’s reclaim, a gentle touch,
As vines and moss begin to clutch,
Yet the soul of the ruins stands tall,
Defiant against the endless thrall.
A testament to bygone days,
Awe and wonder in mysterious ways,
The stillness of an ancient rune,
Where history sings its haunting tune.