Dynasty

Upon the throne of shadows, doubt did cling
The Valois heir, a flame in tempest vast
Erect in poise, as marble gods in spring
Bore fate's great weight, unyielding to the blast

Beneath his feet, the soil of France did groan
A kingdom cleft by war’s unholy strife
Yet, like the Parian stone, his form was shown
Unmarred, a sculptor's dream brought into life

The Seine did whisper, winds through arches vast
Of triumphs yet to come, of crowns foretold
And every pillar, every stone, held fast
To echo Valois' tale in ages cold

With lance in hand, as Titans waged their wars
He strode as Atlas ‘neath the heavens wide
The fleur-de-lis adorned his sacred scars
Its bloom his armor, faith his trusted guide

Through halls of history, his shadow cast
Each step, a carving in eternal stone
The Dauphin rose, the specters of the past
Bowed low before the splendor of his throne

Thus, France rebuilt, her arches strong and pure
A temple vast, her fate forever sure