For Whom The Bell Tolls

“For whom the bell tolls and when it tolls if it tolls, the somber melodies emanating from the bagpipes and bugles will permeate through the gables and tympanums at Westminster and Buckingham, honouring a well respected queen in all her glorious majesty. But after the wreathes has been garlanded, and the pageantry dissipates, and the comforting congregation and dignitaries have all disperse, the silence will occur on Charles as the weight of the palace caves in onto his shoulders, and he will suddenly find himself all alone, with no one to turn to anymore than his paid servants and guards, and sandstone caryatids for company. And when night falls, the hums reverberating from the morning past will echo in his ears as silhouettes of Diana wails and screams through the maze of passages. Hopefully by then, he will realise that he should, within his ability and strength, spend a moment to reconcile his past misdeeds and fits of temper, because his honeymoon period is over and done with, and public duty now begins. That will form the backbone of his saving grace.”

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