This was written over 20 years ago, a week or so after the paparazzi caused the wreck which took Diana’s life in Paris. I figured, seeing as how all the television specials aired a tribute to her, I would like to add my two cents. This might be considered a ballad or a “Stretched Sonnet” in iambic tetrameter; whichever you like.
Ode to Princess Diana
Grief flows from souls! A molten stream falls down upon a world-wide wreath as anguished wails rise like a dream to God from mourners’ hearts beneath.
Her shortened life, romance and fame was ended as from fears she fled; though mother of two kings, the same. Earth’s fragrant flower now lies dead.
Great deeds achieved with more to give the sick and poor; brought hope's bright rays. Plucked from life's path where she could live; the long night fell upon her days.
Bright streams of flowers, laid with care, were tributes from their grief and love. The whole world paused in silent prayer as Heaven praised a rose above.
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