𝐀 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥
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.
Britannia’s shield and trident turn to rust.
— D.N. O’Brien