Amid the halls of ancient stone,
Where whispers trace the steps of kings,
A legacy of grace is sewn,
In the silence, the crown sings.

Jewels that tell a thousand tales,
Of battles won and treaties made,
In royal blood, the truth prevails,
Through golden light, history’s parade.

Beneath the weight of regal pride,
The mantle of the past endures,
With every stride, with every guide,
The essence of the crown ensures.

And as the years weave through the night,
The echoes of the throne remain,
In shadows cast by royal light,
The spirit of the crown, untamed.