In the heart of ancient halls, they stand so tall,
Draped in robes of velvet, in crowns that call,
The whispers of time, echoing through the ages,
Queens of legacy, written on history’s pages.

With eyes that pierce the veil of fate,
Their wisdom guides the realm, ornate,
Each step they take, a dance of grace,
Commanding respect, in every space.

Through battles fought and peace declared,
Their strength and courage, none compared,
The fire within, a guiding light,
Through darkest night, they shine so bright.

Oh, queens of old and queens to be,
Your stories carved in eternity,
In every heart, you leave a mark,
A timeless flame, igniting the dark.