The crown of Dreams

Beneath the sky where dreams took flight,

Lived Princess Muse, a guiding light.

Beneath the sky where dreams took flight,

lived Princess Muse, bathed in light.

A beacon bright, a whispered name,

etched in lore, a crown untamed.

Her heart, a fortress, bold and true,

through storm and shadow, she always grew.

The wind would call, the stars would gleam,

speaking of kingdoms and distant dreams.

But thrones are carved from trials steep,

and crowns are earned where shadows creep.

She walked where hope was thin and frayed,

where golden halls had dimmed to grey.

A kingdom lost, a shattered past,

a legacy fading, too fragile to last.

Yet within her pulse, the ember burned,

a fire fierce, a fate unturned.

She gathered swords of shattered fears,

wove her pain through fleeting years.

Each scar a tale, a mark divine,

proof that even ruin shines.

Through storms untamed, through echoes wide,

she rose beyond the night’s divide.

And with the dawn, she called her name,

not bound by thrones, nor chained by fame.

For regal blood is more than gold,

it's stories lived, it's hands made bold.

A queen she stood, though lost, though torn,

a star unbroken, a crown reborn.