Echoes of Stone: Lutyens Britannic House
In Lutyens Britannic House, a tale unfolds,
In stone, in keystones, in stories untold.
The upper gallery, Corinthian grace,
Faces alive, a timeless embrace.
Each stone a chapter, each pillar a verse,
Resilient in order, a legacy immersed.
Not just black gold from Persian soil,
But history's echo, in architecture's coil.
Adorned with swags, with undulating pride,
A testament to will, where dreams abide.
In every curve, in every line,
The essence of vision, a design divine.
Metaphors in stone, in alternate reality,
Echoes of future, in architectural clarity.
Words unspoken, yet deeply heard,
In the silent language of the sculpted word.
Lutyens' legacy, a beacon bright,
Guiding us forward, through darkest night.
For in Britannic House, the future's spun,
A symphony of stone, where tales are won.
