A lost and disunited kingdom.

A lost and disunited kingdom.

As it comes nearer,

In some strange way

It grows more indistinct.

It does look bigger,

Filling up the space between

Today and tomorrow,

But the outcome is unclear.

And the fallout

Continues to choke

The life out of itself.

Suffusing it with a faint

Whiff of doom,

And echoes of past glory,

A sound,

At once familiar

And yet in actuality

Muddied with a hint

Of desperation,

Strangled cries

Of genuflection,

For the old ways,

That can never return.

When even old flags

Have cause to burn.

Edges curled with age

And the blood of history.

It remains a mystery

How it has lasted

So very long,

With such passion,

Burning,

So fiercely proud,

So loud and strong,

As to cast such doubt on

Any friendship.

But time has come,

When change, for some,

Is the better part of valour,

And the bravest hearts,

Will prevail,

Old Britannia

Will be set

To sail

Into a final sunset,

But if I might

Be so bold,

No matter what

This uncertain future holds,

I want you to know

And let this daily record show,

I will always count you

As my closest, oldest, brother.