In Solara’s City,

At the centre of the realm,

Solara sits upon her throne,

Crystal glass which shines so bright,

It blocks out the surrounding blight.

The glass itself,

Weighs more than the gravity of stars,

It draws in the light,

And nothing in her City can escape its light.

When Solara sits upon her throne,

All the secrets are bestowed,

Upon those who have been deemed worthy.

Oh, Solara’s throne,

It is her home,

The light captured,

The energy conjured,

She is the Empress of all things

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