A Dirge to a Golden Princess

The golden princess now sits pretty with her Lord
In her wake is a village of mourners
Those gathered cried a river

As they sang songs of a dearly departed
Her kindness and selfless service was on a signboard 

Depicting a service to humanity and the world
Praises and accolades filled the whiteboard 
Sterling achievements her gain and reward

Death, where is thy sting?
Oh grave you have been brought to your knees by a mighty sword the great book records

Her soul and spirit risen and restored 
Met by royal emissaries from abroad 

Now at the feet of her maker and Lord
Laying prostrate with angels in one accord