The Crimson Crown and Siam Scepter

Upon a monarch’s brow, the crown does gleam,
A crimson halo, forged in ages past.
Its jewels entwined with land and ruler’s dream,
A bond eternal, strong, and ever vast.

The scepter, wrought with Siam’s fiery hue,
A symbol of both nurture and command,
In justice wielded, shines with power true,
To guide the heart and strengthen the king’s hand.

Yet legend warns of shadows dark and grim,
For those who seek its grace through selfish art.
The stones shall fade, their brilliance growing dim,
And leave the throne bereft of guiding heart.

Oh, Aldris stands, united through the years,
While crown and scepter guard against its fears.