The Godmother

In a smoky room under dim-lit grace,

She plotted moves with a poker face.

The cards were stacked, the world seemed cold,

But her heart was fire, fierce and bold.

The whispers danced through alleys deep,

Of a Donna strong, who avoided sleep.

Through stormy nights and thunder's cry,

She ruled the streets with her head held high.

Oh, she's the queen of shadows, the ruler of the night,

With her loyal husband, her guiding light.

Together they rose, through fire they stood,

Turning coal to diamonds, making bad times good.

Rivals came with their schemes and lies,

But loyalty burned within his eyes.

Side by side, they faced it all,

Breaking chains, standing tall.

He said, "My love, we've got this fight,

The world may bend in the dead of night.

With your strength and my steady hand,

We'll make 'em see, we'll take this stand."

Oh, she's the queen of shadows, the ruler of the night,

With her loyal husband, her guiding light.

Together they rose, through fire they stood,

Turning coal to diamonds, making bad times good.