In halls of marble and golden light,
The crown rests heavy on the browâ
Silent echoes of ancient might,
In shadows where the courtiers bow.
Beneath the velvet, whispered tales,
Of kings and queens, of rise and fall,
Through stormy nights and gentle gales,
Their stories echo through the hall.
A scepter’s gleam, a kingdom’s dream,
Bound by duty’s endless call,
In quiet moments, lost in stream,
Of history’s river, vast and tall.
Yet in the silence, truth unfolds,
The burdens that the crown conceals,
Amidst the splendor, secrets told,
In regal hearts, the royalty feels.