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Elizabethan Farewell

Oh ye marvels of pipe and drum    
And regal coffin banner draped...    
You extol a grandeur become    
Another mortal unescaped    
From the sting of the Reaper blade    
Which honors no royal merit    
More so than the subjects portrayed    
In the lower orders they inherit.    
    
Marvel only that men make such scenes    
As to have us think she were a god,    
Who, as in Homeric tales, intervenes    
In some Deus Ex Machina glissade    
Which reckons we will forevermore be...    
Exempt from a ruthless reality.
Written by MidnightSonneteer
Published | Edited 7th Feb 2024
Author's Note
Watching her majesty's funeral
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