Royal Scroll Of The Moorish Flame (As Above So Below)

A Duet Between Queen Seraphina And King Lucan

Queen Seraphina
I speak to you, my sovereign flame
Not as a jewel, but by my name
I am the mirror of your might 
The hush before your sacred rite
You are not shadow, you are sun
The crowned descent of everyone
Your hands were carved to build and bless 
Not just to rule, but to redress

King Lucan
I rise in rhythm, not in rage
My sacred Golden Palace breathes through every age
I guard the gates with sovereign eyes
And lift my Queen where honor lies
She is not mine to own or tame
She walks beside me, crowned in flame
Her voice is law, her breath decree
She bores the stars inside of me

Queen Seraphina
You are the keeper of the line
The pulse that makes our blood divine
Not just protector, you're the seed
The one who answers when we plead
Your sons must learn the sacred way
To build, to bless, to never stray
Your daughters shall elevate in wisdom when you stand true 
Their tiaras will reflect the knowledge of light given from you

King Lucan
I do not rule with swords alone
My voice must match ancestral tone
I speak with grace, I walk with fire
My Queen ignites my soul’s desire
I do not strike, I elevate
I do not flee, I consecrate
My lineage lives through how I lead
Through every vow, through every deed

Queen Seraphina
So, rise, my King, and claim your name
Not through conquest, but through flames
Let every sepia page of time bear your face 
Know love, know truth, know sovereign grace
You are the hush before dawn
The rhythm that our race stands on
So let your palace breathe and sing
And crown your Queen as the softness upon Angel wings

King Lucan
I walk in truth, not empty fame
I wear the weight of every name
I build with hands that heal and hold
I speak in tones both fierce and bold
My Queen is not beneath my reign
She is the balm, the breath, the flame
And when I rise, I rise through her
The Moorish stream, the saboteur

Queen Seraphina
Then let the divine scrolls be sealed in light 
Let every Black Man read it right
You are the crown, the root, the tree
But only whole when you see me

King Lucan 
I see you, Queen, in every breath
I vow to guard you unto death
My sacred Golden Palace stands because you reign
My lineage flows through love, not chain

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