Hmmmm, the ruins whisper tales of old,
Where crumbling stones in silence hold.
Ancient walls, their secrets steep,
Of bygone days and legends deep.

Hmmmm, the ivy drapes each faded arch,
In patterns that the shadows march.
Lost voices call from yesteryears,
Through broken doors and fallen tears.

Hmmmm, the twilight veils the past in grace,
As moonlight kisses every place.
In the ruins, time’s echoes blend,
A haunting song that will not end.