In golden halls where whispers of time reside,
Beneath the weight of jeweled pride,
A crown of glory sits upon the throne,
A symbol of power, forever known.

Through ages past and futures bright,
Its legacy shines, a guiding light,
With every glint and every gleam,
It weaves the fabric of a royal dream.

The scepter’s touch, the robe’s embrace,
In every step, a noble grace,
Through trials faced and battles won,
The spirit of royalty carries on.

Though kingdoms rise and empires fall,
The essence of the crown enthralls,
A timeless dance of might and lore,
Forevermore, forevermore.