Honour
They have used me and I have served.
How could I not?
They made me what I am.
A servant to their cause.
I’ve seen Queens crowned.
Threats of invasion from afar.
Overseen their communications.
Remained steadfast
As a good subject does.
I serve Queen and country.
I provide shelter for the Virgin
And light for her successors.
I trembled as planes flew above
And celebrated as they flew no more.
I’ve watched from afar, as the great playwright worked,
As theories and principles that would shape the world
Were committed to paper for forever more.
I’ve seen evil and good, hatred and love
Entangled in their eternal battle
From high above.
And as I waned, as I began to fall
Like all the Queen’s servants must do
Even those that had once stood so tall
Above it all, yet never apart
I can fade happy knowing this oak has honoured thy
Virgin.
Goodbye London, my one true love.
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