In the grandeur of the royal hall, she stands,
A beacon of grace, with wisdom in her hands.
Her crown, a symbol of power and light,
Guiding her people through the darkest night.

Her voice, a melody that calms the storm,
Her heart, a haven, tender and warm.
With every step, she writes her legacy,
A timeless tale of strength and dignity.

Under her gaze, the kingdom thrives,
Her courage like a flame that never dies.
In her presence, hope is always near,
Dispelling shadows, quelling every fear.

Oh queen, your reign, a precious jewel,
In history’s pages, forever you’ll rule.
A sovereign of valor, compassion, and might,
Your spirit, a beacon, forever bright.