Tọlá Belva

Her footsteps stir the earth,
dust rising in homage to its queen.
Life bends in reverence,
the world a stage, her kingdom vast.

Her voice carries the weight of centuries,
rolling over seas and stirring hearts,
even those untouched by kindness.
She turns grief into joy,
and darkness into day.
Her realm is one of light,
unmarked by the shadow of sorrow.

Whispers follow her—
legends of stars and ancient queens,
her existence a fusion of myth and reality.
Her beauty is the jewel of creation,
its brilliance beyond compare.

Her gaze disarms the bravest,
melting their strength into silence.
The sun rises to worship her,
casting the earth in a warm, golden embrace.
Every step she takes transforms the world,
leaving trails of wonder in her wake.

Her hair flows like rivers of light,
its hues shifting—
the fire of sunsets, the velvet of night,
or the shimmer of a thousand stars.
She embodies beauty,
a living flame of power and grace.

Her words breathe life into truth,
a melody that shapes destinies.
Her eyes, boundless and eternal,
hold galaxies in their depths.
Her presence glows with an energy
that even the blind can feel.

Gentle as the dawn,
she cradles the earth in her arms.
But challenge her,
and she becomes the storm—
her fury the crack of thunder,
her rage a whirlwind of power.

Who dares to face the wrath of a goddess?
Who challenges her rule
and survives to boast?
The foolish are swept away,
their pride consumed by her storm.

When she moves, the world shifts,
mountains bow, and rivers hum her name.
The air vibrates with her presence,
and the earth blossoms in her wake.

Even in her absence,
her legend will remain,
etched deep in the hearts of those who felt her presence.

Beyond mortality’s embrace,

she lingers,

an echo in the corridors of time,

circling back,

a queen of eternal rebirth.