In the halls of ancient castles, where shadows softly play,
Graceful queens in silken gowns tread softly on their way.
Their crowns, like stars, in regal splendor gleam,
Ruling kingdoms vast, with wisdom and a dream.

Their voices like the gentle breeze, a soothing lullaby,
Whispering tales of courage beneath the vast, open sky.
With every step, they weave a tapestry of grace,
Leaving trails of legacy in every sacred place.

The queens of yore, with hearts as pure as gold,
In stories of the past, their mighty tales unfold.
With gentle hands, they guide the hearts of men,
In peace and war, they rise and reign again.

Their reign is not just power, but a melody of peace,
In their eyes, the worlds unite, all conflicts cease.
Oh, queens of timeless beauty, in history’s gentle stream,
Your legacy shall live on, like an everlasting dream.