Prompt: In ancient times, when kings fought wars,There was a lady, beautiful and without equal,Whose magic performed great deeds,A divine power beyond the mortal world.The Virgin Lady of Ivory, pure and chaste,With blood and tears, her magic intertwined,And all who came to her marvelled,For kingdoms rose and fell to the sound of her singing.Her beauty was a jewel to behold,Her grace and power, something to be worshipped,Those who knelt before her,Her presence was to be treasured forever.With just one word, she made the heavens split,And all the world heard her call,For in her magic was the power to reinvent,She made the greatest nations crumble.So let's sing the glories of the Ivory Virgin,Of the Great Magic she brings with her,For in her presence, thrones rise and fall,And the world becomes grander and more inimical.In her blood and tears, magic was embedded,A divine grace, beyond human comprehension,And all who saw their beauty bowed down,They bowed, lords, servants, all, in her sovereign presence.

Style: Fantasy Art