#royalhalo
Beneath the glow of Heaven’s softest light
A Seraph dreams within the quiet night
Far from the court where ancient laws are spun
She seeks the warmth of Hell’s own golden sun
She sees the princess, dressed in crimson pride
With weary hopes she no longer has to hide
In this brief realm where status falls away
The silver moon meets dawn’s first blushing ray
A gentle hand finds Charlie’s velvet cheek
A silent bond that words could never speak
Two worlds collide in one soft, phantom grace
A dream-spun touch in this celestial space
For Emily, the halo starts to blur
She wakes with feelings only meant for her
A lingering sense of magic, wild and true
Wishing the morning’s light was not so new
Jan 16
Jan 16, 2026 at 10:55 AM UTC
In the halls where scarlet curtains sweep
A secret vow the Seraph starts to keep
Charlie stands, a dreamer lost in light
Unaware of the star descending from the height
With a rush of wings and a sudden, soft surprise
Emily catches the wonder in the princess’s eyes
A fleeting touch, a kiss like morning dew
A spark of Heaven in a world of crimson hue
But in the velvet shadows, tucked away
A guardian watches the colors start to fray
Vaggie stands frozen, a silent, silver blade
Witness to a bond in the quiet darkness made
No word is spoken, no secret is confessed
As Emily leaves a tremor in Charlie’s chest
The Seraph flies, the Princess tries to breathe
While Vaggie watches from the corner, still and underneath
Jan 16
Jan 16, 2026 at 2:29 PM UTC
In halls of gold where light resides
A secret spark the Seraph hides
Above the clouds, beneath her crown
She looks to Hell, but does not frown
For in her mind, a vision stays
A princess with a sun-bright gaze
Who spoke of hope and second birth
The kindest soul in all the earth
She keeps the feeling tucked away
Behind the smiles she wears each day
A flutter when she hears the name
A gentle glow, a hidden flame
She traces patterns in the air
Of golden bells and yellow hair
But masks the longing in her eyes
Beneath the vastness of the skies
For Charlie walks a different path
Through demon's fire and angel's wrath
And Emily, with wings of blue
Is bound to what she must pursue
A silent prayer, a quiet sigh
Reserved for stars within the sky
A crush that blooms in heavens high
While keeping watch on Charlie’s sky
Jan 15
Jan 15, 2026 at 10:27 PM UTC