A crown of light once kissed the air,
Each diamond whisper, cold and rare—
A fragile throne of silent might,
Now breaking in the breath of night.

A gifted curse, it gleamed too bright,
A burden dressed in flawless light,
For beauty borne without a seam
Can fracture softly at the dream.

Unseen the cracks that crept within,
Where quiet sorrows tucked their sin,
No voice to cry, no hand to hold,
Just echoes ringing sharp and cold.

Bit by bit, the world gave way,
Like silver dust to shades of gray,
The ground below began to spin—
A dance of guilt, an unnamed sin.

And there she stood, a ghost of grace,
A fallen dream time can’t replace,
Where once a princess held her reign,
Now only shards and scattered pain.

The crown did fall—but more than stone,
It shattered all she called her own.