Grief kills joy

Grief kills joy,
age kills beauty.
I lost both.
The anarchist's stab only made it public.
I only realized I was dying when I died.
I died much earlier
when my beloved son
decided to leave this world.
He could not otherwise escape
the rigid, formal court,
of which my husband was the prototype.
I traveled in my mourning dress
aimlessly,
until my journey came to an end.

Empress Elisabeth of Austria-Hungary, better known as Sissi, was murdered by an anarchist.

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