In the realm where dreams are born, Amidst the moonlit nights forlorn, There dwells a queen, majestic, rare, Titania, ethereal beyond compare.

Her grace eclipses the stars above, A regal presence, a beacon of love, With eyes that shimmer like emerald seas, And a voice that whispers ancient pleas.

Titania, queen of the fairy realm, With power and beauty that overwhelm, She dances through enchanted groves, Where moonbeams play and magic roves.

Her laughter echoes through the glade, Invisible wings her form does aid, She weaves enchantments with a wave, Mysteries hidden within her gaze.

With a crown of flowers adorning her head, A tapestry of nature her realm's thread, She tends to blossoms, delicate and fair, Nurturing life with tender care.

Beneath her rule, harmony does thrive, In moonlit meadows where fairies strive, To bring forth wonder and dreams untold, In a realm of secrets yet to unfold.

But beware the ire of Titania's wrath, When mortal folly crosses her path, For though she's fair, her fury burns, With tempests fierce, the forest yearns.

Yet in her heart, a kindness lies, For love can conquer and harmonize, When true affection finds its way, Titania's blessings, it will convey.

So, raise a glass to Titania's reign, In the realm where dreams and magic sustain, Her enchantment lingers, forevermore, Queen Titania, whom we adore.