Skulls of the Past

Carved from wood, a haunting sight
Two skulls, weathered, cracked, and tight
Empty sockets, once held eyes
Now they stare, through time's disguise

Skulls of the past, what tales do you hold?
Secrets and stories, forever untold
In the fabric of time, your presence remains
A reminder of life, and its fragile refrains

Bones and teeth, a grim embrace
A testament to the human race
Through the ages, you've endured
As generations, have matured

In the shadows, you reside
A macabre beauty, you can't hide
A reflection of our mortality
A symbol of our shared reality

Though your origins, we may not know
Your presence here, puts on a show
A masterpiece, carved with skill
A haunting vision, time can't kill

Skulls of the past, forever you'll stay
A reminder of life's, fleeting display
In the fabric of time, your story lives on
Echoes of the past, forever strong