When The King Mourns

If I died in your arms tonight, let them say she died a Queen' s death. Behold, she sleeps royally. Let them say, Her countenance was as Nefertiti' s. Poised with strengthful silence. Let them say, she was as charismatic as Cleopatra. The calm storm. Let them say, she was as brave as Esther. Meek, with the heart of roaring lioness. Let them say she was a peaceful woman, her face would shine with God's majesty. Let them say she was the crown to her Husband's head, for she never brought him to shame. Mourn for me openly & cry, "Woe unto those that know not a love like ours." For they will say "Our brother weeps without ceasing" & at that moment, mourn no more.