The Ashen Crown Returns

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Its metal hums with echoes of queens
Who ruled the void between shattered dreams.
Lyssaria’s shadow trembles near,
Her ancient voice whispering, “Daughter, come here.”
Aurelia reaches with shaking hands,
Feeling her destiny pull like bands—
The moment skin meets lunar steel,
The truth becomes painfully real.
The crown ignites in spectral flame,
Calling her by her bloodline’s name.
Moonfire bends beneath her will—
But something darker lingers still.
The Ashen Crown returns tonight,
Blazing in the dying light.
It names her heir, it marks her soul,
It fills the void, it takes control.
In its glow, the kingdom yearns—
And Elaris trembles as it burns.
A relic lost, a fate unlearned—
Behold the hour
The Ashen Crown returns.
Inside the crown, a dormant storm—
A spell of ruin thought long unborn.
A seed of void, an ending’s start,
Coiled like a serpent around her heart.
It whispers, “Let the old world die…
Lift my fire into the sky…”
But she holds fast, refusing doom—
Even as shadows shape the room.
A ghostly queen stands at her side,
Half in sorrow, half in pride:
“Take the crown, but choose with care—
For power breaks more than it repairs.”
The echoes fade, the night grows still—
Aurelia stands against its will.
The Ashen Crown returns tonight,
Binding wrong to what is right.
It chooses her though she fears the flame—
A destiny she cannot tame.
Moonfire pulses, visions churn—
And still the kingdom twists and yearns.
Above the ruins, shadows turn—
All fate rewrites
As the Ashen Crown returns.
In her trembling hands it lies—
A kingdom’s hope,
A kingdom’s demise.