Whispers of Eleanor

In quiet halls and whispered tales,

you walked with courage, fierce and pale,

a queen of thought, a voice untamed,

Eleanor—remembered name.

Through shadows cast by heavy crowns,

you lifted hearts when hope sank down,

a beacon bright in darkest years,

your strength outshone the doubts and fears.

Not just a figure carved in stone,

but flesh and fire, flesh and bone,

a woman who dared break the chain—

and in her steps, we rise again.