this is in response to a daily prompt, try it yourself here
Here lie the anthologies
of poets from death and beyond
words of rhythm and rhyme
to transcend the clutches of time.
Here lie the stories
of the true of observers
from within revolutions
in the hearts of the structures.
Here lie the demons of kings
painted in glooms
of blood filled streams
when dagger-ed blood was mixed with paint
works of glory in life pertained.
Here lies the master piece of yester-years
feast your eyes on the prophesies of fear
feast your eyes on the time to come
when the hourglass flips, the sands return.