Medieval Tears

Echoes of the past linger on the stone

Whispers of kings on a throne

In the shadowed halls where couriers drift

Medieval world, a mighty gift

Kings and knights, their banners raised high

Battles fought beneath the sky

Workforce pounding, no time to rest

Bloodied hands put to the test

Tears fall like rain, silent and deep

Secrets that the stone keeps

Medieval tears and bloody knuckles

Silent cries in crowded plucks

Chains of duty, shadows fall

Hear the roars of London's call

Steel and fire, the forge of despair

Every scar a prayer, an oath to bear

Armor battered, but spirits shine

In the courtly design

Whispers of loyalty, bonds so tight

Under the moon’s glow, in the night

Workers toil, their hopes entwine

Fate by the hands of divine

Medieval tears and bloody knuckles

Silent cries in crowded plucks

Chains of duty, shadows fall

Hear the roars of London's call

From the drawbridge to the royal hall

Stories carved in stone and wall

Kings may reign, yet never forget

The knuckles blood to settle debt

Echoes fade as dawn draws near

Medieval tears, cast out fear

Knights and workers, history’s bind

Legends in the sands of time