The Archival Whispers

In dusty halls of timeless lore,
Where silence reigns forevermore,
Stands shelves of lives once lived and lost,
Their essence bound at untold cost.

Each tome a vessel, leather-bound,
Of souls unheard and names uncrowned.
The pages rustle, soft and low,
With whispers from long ago.

Here, a merchant’s ledger lies,
There, a lover’s muted cries.
A soldier’s valor, poet’s verse,
All trapped within this literary hearse.

Forgotten faces line the stacks,
Their stories etched on papyrus tracks.
A touch, a glance, a gentle read,
And long-lost lives begin to breathe.

The Keeper walks on silent feet,
Through aisles where past and present meet.
Guardian of memories untold,
Of lives released from time’s stronghold.

So step inside this hallowed space,
Where forgotten souls have found their place.
For in these books of dust and dream,
Lost lives await to be redeemed.