The Monarch's Guise

He shunned the purple, the emperor's name,
Yet held the substance, fanning the flame.
A king he was called, with power untold,
A monarch's prerogative, brave and bold.

About Wilfred Owen

War poet whose visceral, anti-war verse exposed the horrors of trench warfare; killed one week before Armistice.

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