Golden Thorned Majesty
Reflection
Beneath the crown of thorns, a soul ascends,
A queen of fire, where shadows softly blend.
Her gaze, a mirror of the universe's depth,
A silent storm, a tempest in her breath.
The golden leaves, a testament to her might,
A crown of thorns, a symbol of her fight.
Each petal whispers tales of trials untold,
A journey through the flames, where spirits are bold.
Her presence lingers, a force both fierce and fair,
A beacon of strength in the darkest of air.
In her eyes, the world finds its reflection,
A mirror of hope, a promise of direction.
She stands as a sentinel, a guardian of light,
A symbol of resilience, a beacon of might.
Through her, we see the strength within ourselves,
A journey of transformation, where dreams are reborn.
Golden Thorned Majesty, a tale of grace,
A soul that rises, a spirit that never fades.