The Rusted Echoes

The Rusted Echoes

In rusted relics time’s own whispers cling,

Each corroded edge a battle fought,Their jagged forms on ancient memories bring.

Once polished metal, now a serpent’s sting,

Each scar a mark of endurance, fraught,In rusted relics time’s own whispers cling.

These iron ghosts of past’s forgotten spring,

With every stain, a story overwrought,Their jagged forms on ancient memories bring.

Survivors of the elements’ cruel swing,

From crumbling past, our lessons are not bought
In rusted relics time’s own whispers cling.

With patience, time itself will fiercely sing,

Of endurance and resilience caught,Their jagged forms on ancient memories bring.

So heed the tarnished metal’s desperate ring,

Where history’s dust is fiercely fought
In rusted relics time’s own whispers cling
Their jagged forms on ancient memories bring.