In emerald halls, where moonbeams softly gleam,
And spider silk holds captive every dream,
Resides Titania, queen of dew and night,
A sovereign bathed in soft, ethereal light.
 
Her crown a circlet of the morning tears,
Adorned with blossoms silencing all fears
Her gown spun from the mists of fading day
Drifts like a whisper where the Fairies play
 
She walks among the foxglove and the fern
Where hidden streams their ancient lessons learn
Her laughter rings a chime of tiny bells
Awakening the magic nature tells
 
Though graceful kind and fair beyond compare
A fiery spark within her heart does flare
For Oberon’s pride or mortals’ clumsy tread
Can rouse the tempest slumbering in her head
 
She nurses changelings stolen from the light
And weaves enchantment through the velvet night
With spells of slumber or a vibrant hue
She paints the world forever fresh and new
 
When the twilight deepens soft and low
And shadows lengthen secrets start to grow
Remember her the queen of mystic lore
Titania forevermore