"I hold the weight of secrets shared in twilight whispers.
I am a throne for kings yet a stoop for mourners;
the wood creaks with sighs of the world, longing for release,"
The chair told me upon taking my uneasy seat, fidgeting nervously.
"I measure hope and despair in rhythm,
the tick and the tock of dreams unspoken.
Every chime is a cry for lost time."
Eternity lives within these walls, and yet I remain, silent but never still.
"In my depths, shadows of unused letters sleep;
forgotten wants and whispered wishes,
I cradle memories no one dares to remember.
Open me, whispers my voice, and find those shards of yesterday's hopes.