The Monarch\'s Touch (Sonnet)
Her scepter raised in majesty, she dares
to rule this jeweled star Britannia though
dark eyes of former Kings and current heirs,
gaze down on her from portraits. Does she know
or even care what they may think? You see,
she rides a horse as well as any man,
then dons her crown and welcomes Dukes to tea
while scrutinizing every battle plan.
Elizabeth! This gown of dignity
that flows, the river Thames reflects her grace;
her confidence. Behind doors privately
she smiles back at the chamber mirror\'s face,
then states in perfect English, as she should
\"Elizabeth the Second, you done good.\"