The Stories are all around.

The city roars with the sounds

Of stories being written

Narratives quite smitten.

Listen closely, and you will hear

Echoes of those once written here.

Lean in close and try to see

Each inch covered in history.

How many unsolved mysteries

And tales have gone untold,

While others have been sold,

Sculpted out in gold?

When one wanders and ponders

Through old London Town

They may find their own story

When they stop looking down.