The Crown

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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