Regal

Regal crowns of amber light,
Glistening upon a velvet night,
Sceptre raised in quiet pride,
Where history and honour glide.

Palace halls with tapestries deep,
Whisper secrets that kings keep,
Throne of oak, in scarlet dressed,
A realm where majesty is blessed.

From sunrise gilt to twilight’s sigh,
The regal spirit never dies—
It lives in poise, in steadfast grace,
A timeless stamp on time and space.