Medieval Serenity

📜 Poem: “The Bell of Dusk”

When twilight weaves her crown of flame,
And shadows kneel to whisper name,
The silent bell of dusk shall toll,
To wake the dreams the stars console.

Beneath the oak where vows were sworn,
The wind recalls the oaths forlorn,
For kings may fade, and blades may rust—
Yet echoes rise from ancient dust.

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