Upon her throne :sparkles:

Upon her throne of silver mist,

where dreams and twilight softly twist,

sits a witch of radiant hue,

bathed in stars and midnight’s blue.

Her sea-green eyes like ocean’s deep,

where secrets swim and magic sleeps,

while amethyst waves of flowing hair

drift like whispers in the air.

With every breath, the cosmos hums,

a lullaby where wonder comes.

Her laughter sparks like comet trails,

weaving spells in moonlit tales.

She rules with grace, a gentle queen,

her power bright yet soft, serene.

Not bound by fate nor written lore—

but by the love she holds in store.