There are stories that slip between the cracks of time — quiet songs and forgotten names that once shaped entire worlds. This poem is for them, the unseen and the unremembered, who live on in echoes and whispers.
Unseen words, forgotten heroes.
Whispered melodies, lost tunes.
Forgotten legends — heavy, yet precious.
Tales remembered by firelight —
Days of glory, honor, and valor,
Now nothing more than fading remnants.
Like holding an old keepsake,
Whispering echoes in silent reflections —
Treasures for those who know their worth.
Whispered melodies, lost tunes.
Forgotten legends — heavy, yet precious.
Tales remembered by firelight —
Days of glory, honor, and valor,
Now nothing more than fading remnants.
Like holding an old keepsake,
Whispering echoes in silent reflections —
Treasures for those who know their worth.
"Some songs echo even in the quietest halls of memory."
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