The sun set in Paris early this morning.
Once wrapped in sunlight, now cloaked in mourning,
To shine only in memory, perhaps more brightly than in reality,
Your semblance preserved, but evermore silent as the grave.

Your benevolent light once seemed eternal,
But shone so briefly and flickered out so quickly,
Enveloped by the shrieking of night and the whispering of metal.
We shall weep for the assassination of beauty.

But is it more tragic for beauty or position?
No, only more revealing, symbolic even.
You serve in death as you had in life; your light chains our minds,
 And illuminates the dark shadows we didn't want to see.

The beautiful light.
So lonely, but never alone.
So radiant, but never happy.
So serene, but never at peace.
Where are you now?
Are you alone?
Are you happy?
Are you finally at peace?

We will miss you Diana, God bless you and your sons. Farewell...

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