The world held its breath
To hear what you had to say;
The silence was heavy when you
Said you could not stay...
We said we were happy for you,
We did not lie; and yet the ground
Was wet with our tears when you
Passed us by...
Your humility as you exited the stage
Was worthy of an epic playwrights' pen,
Not the verses of one with Such
a hapless quill...
You said to me once...
You didn't know what inspired so many to follow you and follow after...
No matter where you would go;
And I remember saying that you were
A paragon we all aspired to follow and to please; that your trust and Belief in us was priceless and dear;
You said loyalty and respect you Prized above all else, and so we Strived to be a cut above the rest
In word and deed; but it was your vision that made us the best...
But now the arrow lies broken...
The bowstring has gone to dust.
And all that remains is the need
To guard your legacy, and what's
Left of us...
Dedicated to The Prince
17 September 2012
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