In the realm where whispers weave the air,
A queen walks with grace beyond compare.
With every step, the stars align,
Her crown, a beacon, forever to shine.

Her voice, a melody of ancient lore,
Guides the weary to her castle’s door.
Her eyes, like oceans, deep and wise,
Hold the secrets of the skies.

In gardens where the roses bloom,
She weaves her dreams upon the loom.
The tapestry of life she spins,
A world where every soul begins.

Beneath the moon’s gentle embrace,
She reigns with an ethereal grace.
A queen not just of land and sea,
But of hearts that yearn to be free.