In the hall of ancient dreams, she stands,
A crown of stars her noble guise,
With wisdom deep as ocean sands,
Her vision vast as endless skies.

Her voice, a melody of time,
Whispers through the ages past,
A beacon bright, her light sublime,
Guiding hearts that seek to last.

Draped in robes of regal hue,
She dances through the court of fate,
A queen whose reign is ever true,
Her spirit strong, her heart innate.

In the silence of her gaze,
Lies a world of untold dreams,
A legacy of golden days,
A river flowing with sacred streams.