Member Poem

The halls still gleam in fractured light,
Where gilded ghosts reclaim the night.
A sunken throne, a crown laid bare,
Gold dust adrift in breathless air.

The walls still hum of conquest past,
Of empires built too bright to last.
The marble sings in silent woe,
A kingdom drowned in time’s soft flow.

Yet here, where broken scepters lie,
Where banners fade and echoes die,
The ruin glows—a paradox,
A beauty lost, yet never locked.

For even dust retains the sun,
A tale undone is never done.
What crumbles bright may still remain,
A flame still flickers in the rain.