Westminster Abbey

The Latin prints on famous graves:
The kings, the nobles, the knights, the clergy -
They all obtained the final peace
Within the walls of the ancient Abbey.

This one was smart, that one was brave,
The sly, the prosperous, the lucky:
So famous names, so noted lives
The best imprints of human nature.

I walk along on scared legs:
I am ashamed that I'am above you,
You gathered here to remind
About the vanity of living.

Near the exit, lays a grave -
It's very simple, no bust or statue
No even name, just simple words,
They move and make one to remember:

"He had been found overseas,
His name's unknown, yet immortal,
He gave his life for all the dear -
He died for God, for King and country."

And all the glory of the kings
Is shadowed by this engraving;
Such death equated him to them,
And even higher elevated.

I stay in tears - tears of delight:
His death was neither long, nor painful,
The noble death of the young and brave -
This is the true and final Glory.