In the quiet dark, where shadows loom,
a whisper stirs within her womb—
a voice long stifled, soft, and frail,
now rises like a whispered gale
Through winter cold and autumn’s grief,
she doubted every breath, belief—
yet, in the depths of silent night,
she found her spark, her inner light
Her voice, a song the stars would know,
with every note, her strength would grow
through harsh seasons, through storms and fire,
she sang of hope, of fierce desire
She danced with doubt; she dined with fear,
yet in her heart, a truth was clear—
that even in the darkest hour,
she held within a boundless power
A magic born of pain and grace,
a strength that time could not erase—
majestic in her every stride,
a woman’s voice, her truest guide
For in her soul, the world does see
the force of pure divinity
no longer bound by chains of the past,
her voice, a spell that’s meant to last
In every word, a kingdom’s rise,
in every breath, a truth that flies
she speaks, she roars, she whispers still—
a queen, a warrior, by sheer will
Let no one doubt the fire inside,
the regal force she cannot hide—
for in her voice, the world will find
the strength, the magic, of womankind
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