The Fiery Throne
Reflection
In the heart of flames, a sovereign sits,
A figure cloaked in power, yet bathed in light.
The air is thick with whispers of the past,
Each parchment a fragment of a story untold.
The throne, a crown of thorns, speaks of trials,
Its spikes a testament to strength and strife.
The laughter echoes, a symphony of defiance,
A beacon of hope in the chaos of the world.
You, too, shall rise from the ashes of your trials,
For in the fire lies the truth of your soul.
The flames are not your enemy, but your ally,
A forge that refines the spirit to its core.
Embrace the heat, let it shape your resolve,
For in the embrace of fire, you will find your strength.
The throne awaits, not just for kings and queens,
But for all who dare to claim their destiny.