The crown's exquisite diamonds sparkled,
Speaking to everyone.
In a sombre room of echoing steps,
They outshone the candle tips,
Sparks in soldier's staffs.
They are living in this moment of death -
Lights of a life heavy to wear, prepared
For shining - a song still singing freely above
The set strikes of timed sticks,
The solemn clock of ceremony.
They have seen history
And tell us now
Of Kings and Queens
Become monuments -
These jewels in breath or statue
Are always blinking.
LJ Ireton
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