Let Dignity Crown Him With Might

Once a prince and now a king.
The royals mourn, the people sing.
As he ascends now to the throne.
He wears upon his brows a frown.

Elizabeth the queen, his mum.
Now laid to rest amidst the hum.
To join ancestors who have passed.
Their caskets at Westminster cast.

A royal Charles now at the helm.
To serve Britannia as his realm.
William now the Prince of Wales.
Amidst the cheers and all the hails.

And Harry as a sibling spare.
A solemn figure, with a tear.
To see his granny gone away.
Now left alone, and kept at bay.

The House of Windsor ushers sign.
All royalty must toe the line.
A house divided cannot stand.
It tumbles where there’s shifting sand.

So nations of The Commonwealth.
Rise to the occasion with much stealth.
“God save our Gracious King,” they sing.
“To him all glory, honor bring.

Defender of the Faith, he reigns.
A soulful king the crown attains.
Let dignity crown him with might.
To hinder harm, and make all right.”