Crown of Shadows

Beneath the veil of night, where whispers of the past entwine, A sovereign rises, cloaked in mystery, her gaze a flame divine. Her crown, a labyrinth of thorns, speaks of power and of pain, A testament to the trials faced, yet unyielding in her reign. Her eyes, like ancient mirrors, reflect the soul's deepest fears, A portal to the unknown, where shadows dance and dreams appear. Her presence is a symphony of contrasts, light and dark entwined, A reminder that in darkness, beauty often lies confined. She stands as a beacon, a guardian of the unseen, A symbol of resilience, where strength and grace convene. Her journey is a tapestry of trials, woven with threads of time, A story of transformation, where the heart finds its rhyme. For in her gaze, we see ourselves, our own shadows and our light, A call to embrace the journey, to rise above the night. Crown of Shadows, you are a mirror, reflecting our truest form, A reminder that in darkness, the soul can still be reborn.