In the halls where echoes sing,
Kings and queens take their stand,
Wearing crowns of golden light,
Guiding realms with gentle hand.
Through the whispers of ancient stones,
Their stories etched in time,
A tapestry of dreams unfolds,
In rhythms of the chime.
Beneath the starlit canopy,
They walk with grace and pride,
Guardians of the night and day,
With wisdom as their guide.
Together they write the future’s page,
In unity they reign,
The sovereign dance of kings and queens,
In harmony’s sweet refrain.