She wore a crown so radiant and rare,

A beauty that made the world stop and stare.

Whispers rose, curious and kind,

But envy brewed in jealous minds.

They schemed to make her stumble low,

To break her spirit, steal her glow.

The crown fell, shattered on the floor,

Its splendor lost forevermore.

She knelt to gather every piece,

But found no way to bring it peace.

Loved ones tried, with hearts sincere,

Yet nothing restored what was once so clear.

Experts came with skill and care,

But some things break beyond repair.

She wasn’t crying, though torn inside,

Her silence spoke of wounded pride.

A truth she learned, she couldn’t deny:

Some dreams, once broken, cannot fly.

The crown, a shadow of its gleam,

Lives on as a memory of a dream.