Etched in stone, verdant memories.
Echoes from a past, I still can see.
The artisans scribing, on cold slabs,
Marked long ago, by their hands.
Encrypted messages, on the walls.
Victorious wins, and dreadful falls.
Tales of bravery, in the face of battles.
Historic claims, in the ancients annals.
Pictorial grafts, chiseled define.
Chariots race, through the sands of time.
By the order of a hierarchy's will.
Scribes left behind, these murals filled.
With lessons learned, from the ancients.
A course clear, despite times estrangement.
Honorable mention
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