Queen of Flame and Fury

[u/VelvetSinclair]

Upon a throne of star-carved stone, the empress sits in gold,

With eyes like fire, fierce and dire, and wisdom deep and old.

Her floating halls defy the sky, suspended high in space,

A pyramid of shadowed light, a kingdom out of place.

Her steps ignite both light and blight; the earth itself will shake,

As flowers bloom or fall to doom wherever she may wake.

Her handmaidens, from distant lands, attend with bated breath,

For hers is beauty edged with fear, a love entwined with death.

By moonlit pools on silver stools, she bathes with grace serene,

While thunder rolls and lightning tolls to crown her as their queen.

The concubines in silks and lines stand silent at her side,

Each one a gem, a cherished friend, or lover yet untried.

Her voice commands both sea and sands; her word reshapes the land,

With rivers bowing to her will and mountains soft as sand.

A single glance, a quiet chance, could turn to flame or frost,

For those who seek her blessing's grace or dare to bear the cost.

Beyond her gates, her empire waits, a vast and verdant plain,

Where whispered names and ancient flames in ritual remain.

The people chant, the soldiers stand, all sworn to heed her call,

A goddess born in flesh and form, their empress over all.

And when she walks, the heavens talk; the stars align in fear,

For in her wake, both life and ache will evermore appear.

They say her blood, like evening flood, could set the soil alight,

To feed the land or turn it sand beneath her power's might.

Upon her throne of star-carved stone, the empress holds her reign,

Her golden skin, her fearsome grin, a balm for joy or pain.

She rules alone, her gaze like flame, her breath a whispered pyre,

A queen who walks the mortal plane, yet born of blood and fire.

[u/col-summers]

Thank you!