In halls of gold where echoes sing,
The kings and queens of ancient lore,
With crowns that gleam and voices ring,
Their tales are carved in timeless core.
Through battles fierce and nights adorned,
They wield their power with gentle might,
In royal courts where dreams are born,
They guide the realm through darkest night.
The velvet robes and jeweled thrones,
Tell stories of their noble quests,
In whispered tones and ancient tomes,
Their legacy forever rests.
Yet in their eyes, a softer gaze,
A heart that seeks the world to mend,
For kings and queens, in wisdomâs maze,
Are rulers, yes, but more, a friend.