In the grandeur of the golden hall,
Where silence echoes off the walls,
A crown weighs heavy on the head,
As dreams of power turn to dread.

Beyond the gates of ancient stone,
Lies the kingdom, vast and alone,
A ruler’s heart, both fierce and kind,
Must lead with wisdom, strength combined.

The subjects gaze with hopeful eyes,
Their trust a treasure, a priceless prize,
Yet in the night, when all is still,
The monarch’s heart feels winter’s chill.

For in the realm where power reigns,
Lies solitude, entwined with chains,
And through the years, a legacy grows,
A silent throne, where royalty flows.