๐ ๐๐๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ
Has died, a potent symbol of the past.
A relic of an Empire gone to dust.
But men, like mighty nations, cannot last,
For cursed time consumes the good and just.
The heads are bowed; the flags fly at half mast.
Britanniaโs shield and trident turn to rust.
โ D.N. OโBrien