In the quiet halls where shadows play,
A crown rests upon the silent air,
Its jewels are whispers of ancient sway,
In hearts, it finds its royal lair.
The golden threads of stories old,
Weave through the dreams of night and day,
In the eyes of those who dare be bold,
This unseen majesty holds its sway.
A throne not built by mortal hand,
But by the love and faith we share,
Invisible, yet tall it stands,
A testament to those who dare.
Royalty that knows no bounds,
In every heart its power found,
Beyond the realms of earthly grounds,
A timeless echo, a sacred sound.