In the gilded halls where shadows play,
A queen stands tall, in regal array.
Her crown, a symbol of ancient might,
Shines like the stars in the velvet night.

With grace she walks, a timeless sway,
Her presence felt, both night and day.
A beacon of hope in troubled times,
Her voice, a melody, like soothing chimes.

Through battles fierce and storms so wild,
She holds her ground, ever so mild.
Her wisdom flows like a river’s course,
Her kindness, a gentle, guiding force.

The kingdom flourishes under her gaze,
A tapestry woven with love’s embrace.
The queen, a legend, in hearts she’ll stay,
An eternal light, never to fade away.