In the folds of time, where shadows blend, History | English Poetry

"In the folds of time, where shadows blend, History and fiction, two threads transcend. One tells of truths in relics and dust, The other, imagines what might have been, must. Ancient echoes dance through the written page, Kings and queens in their gilded cage. Yet fiction’s whimsy spins a different tale, Where destinies shift and old truths pale. History’s ink is bound by time's decree, While fiction’s quill roams wild and free. Past lives in records, in chronicles preserved, Fiction’s flights of fancy, forever swerved. Together they weave a rich tapestry, Of what was, and what could yet be. In the blend of fact and imagined lore, Our understanding deepens evermore. So let history’s weight and fiction’s flight, Merge in the stories that ignite. In the realm where past and dreams entwine, The truth and the imagined, together shine. ©twisha ray"

In the folds of time, where shadows blend,
History and fiction, two threads transcend.
One tells of truths in relics and dust,
The other, imagines what might have been, must.
Ancient echoes dance through the written page,
Kings and queens in their gilded cage.
Yet fiction’s whimsy spins a different tale,
Where destinies shift and old truths pale.
History’s ink is bound by time's decree,
While fiction’s quill roams wild and free.
Past lives in records, in chronicles preserved,
Fiction’s flights of fancy, forever swerved.
Together they weave a rich tapestry,
Of what was, and what could yet be.
In the blend of fact and imagined lore,
Our understanding deepens evermore.
So let history’s weight and fiction’s flight,
Merge in the stories that ignite.
In the realm where past and dreams entwine,
The truth and the imagined, together shine.

©twisha ray

twisha ray

In the folds of time, where shadows blend, History and fiction, two threads transcend. One tells of truths in relics and dust, The other, imagines what might have been, must. Ancient echoes dance through the written page, Kings and queens in their gilded cage. Yet fiction’s whimsy spins a different tale, Where destinies shift and old truths pale. History’s ink is bound by time's decree, While fiction’s quill roams wild and free. Past lives in records, in chronicles preserved, Fiction’s flights of fancy, forever swerved. Together they weave a rich tapestry, Of what was, and what could yet be. In the blend of fact and imagined lore, Our understanding deepens evermore. So let history’s weight and fiction’s flight, Merge in the stories that ignite. In the realm where past and dreams entwine, The truth and the imagined, together shine. ©twisha ray