Sonnet for Elizabeth

Without white steed, the Angel came,
Rewards for self, unwanted

A soldier armed with hope and love
Brought help to those, Death-haunted.

Elizabeth, with violet eyes
Tear filled, did ease their crying.

But even Angels, such as she
Could scarce prevent their dying.

Their faceless screams, unheard before,
Became a shout, "Not Guilty!"

Their Angel's fight was joined by throngs
Professing vows of fealty.

The fight, once lost, can now be won
And answer prayers, "Please heal me."

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