In ancient temples,
Carved stories of bygone days,
Whisper through the stones.

War echoes remain,
Scarred fields hold forgotten tales,
Ghosts of battles past.

Time’s river flowing,
History’s secrets unfold,
Unveiling the past.

Lost civilizations,
Buried beneath the ages,
Whispering their tales.

Through the pages turn,
Lives etched in ink, memories,
Echo in our hearts.

This was generated by artificial intelligence. Spooky isn’t it!