The sun rays invade the hall
Swathing the floor with warmth
Artifacts of yesteryear look grand
The stained glasses add to the aura
Reminiscing the magnificence
Resounding voices of commands
So many at the beck and call
Slightest whisper was authority
Twilight descended on the dynasty
Sun rays reminding the past
All faces but remains in portraits
Years ago, the tales that transpired
Writ all over the walls and artifacts
Glorious past lit up by morning rays