Alecyn, the Regent of Argent

In the realm of silver light and shadow's gleam,

Alecyn, the regent, reigns supreme.

With Argent’s fragments in her hands,

She rules the land where fearless warriors stand.

Her voice, a melody of power and grace,

Echoes through the halls of this place.

In every word, wisdom and courage blend,

A leader, a guardian, a true friend.

The song of Alecyn, pure and bright,

Rises like the moon in the night.

It tells of battles fiercely won,

Of peace restored, of justice done.

For in the heart of Argent's regent lies,

A love that never fades or dies.

A passion for her people, strong and deep,

A vow to protect, to guide, to keep.

So let the minstrels sing, the poets write,

Of Alecyn, the regent, in the light.

Her legacy, a tale of honor and might,

The Song of Alecyn, a beacon of right.