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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group

The execution of Queen Anne Boleyn.

The tower is dark,
the lark is not heard,
ravens are waiting,
the sun must rise.
her last morning
will be full of light.
The scaffold is ready,
so is the crowd,
and also the blond man
who came from France.
He sees her approaching,
and loves her at first sight,
he has come to kill her
and there`s pain in his heart.
She mounts the steps,
addresses the crowd,
gives him his purse,
forgives him with her smile.
He spares her pain
the most he can.
will always remember her,
deep in his heart.
No dawn shall find them
together in lust,
no night shall wrap them
in its darkness and love.
They could have been lovers
if only she hadn`t been a Queen,
if only she did not have to die,
if only he hadn`t travelled 
from Calais in the dark night,
if only he hadn`t been
the best sword in Europe
to kill at command.

Submitted: January 30, 2020

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Wow, that's quite a poetic account. Is this all fact or is this 'historic fiction'?
Regardless, I love how you focus towards the end of the piece on the executioner, his feelings towards a woman he does not know. That must have been quite something, to put to death someone who immediately attracts you in that way. He sees her every night in his dreams. He wonders the things that you ponder in your piece.

(which makes me realize that you could have written the poem from his perspective)

Thu, February 6th, 2020 3:24am


Wow, thank you! I love your reviews, they are so deep and give me lots of insight! Love, Lizzie.

Sun, March 8th, 2020 10:10am

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