|| Rise, My Queen ||

In the halls of gold and sorrow,
where her laughter used to sing,
monsters danced upon the marble,
whispered how to slay a king.

They took her crown,
her kin,
her name,
left her heart a dying flame.

But the stars remembered still,
the promise she would one day fill.

Through the woods of grief she wandered,
cloaked in night and burning fear.
Every tear became her weapon,
every wound a blade to steer.
They feared her curse
and called her sin,
yet never knew what burned within.

A fired heart, ready to reign,
now roaring wild, unbound again.

So rise, my queen, reclaim your throne,
I hear them plead through sky and stone.
From broken bones, from ash and flame,
I see them kneel before your name.
Rise, and dry their cries.