Hey
This is a poem I've written about one of my favourite women from history, Anne Boleyn, queen of England. Writing this I've thought about Henry Percy, the young man she was not allowed to marry, and King Henry VIII, the man who fought to make her his queen, then destroyed her after a few years, executing her on false charges brought against her to please him, and make way for the new object of his affection.
Anyhoo! Enjoy =)
Goldyxxx
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She walked in a blaze of black
Softly, softly, angel
Softly, softly, angel
Her eyes told him differently of what he was sure
And softly inscrutable
An enigmatic angel
She was all that ever had been
And as she walked that path to light
He knew that she was only a passing moment
Midnight’s dark wings would carry her away…
A star doomed to fade
A lovely flower in time to break
She was plucked forth from a fairytale
And set there in those arms
Fragile enough to shatter
King with the greed of Minas,
To believe it didn’t matter.
She is a cloud of velvet
Skimming the ground amongst the waves to crash
She is a being of cloud and flame
To follow those numbers to the ground…
Have you ever wondered why?
A broken heart soaring to the sky
To end her life amongst the ashes of her dreams
And as her blood ran
Her past love knew
That she would rise to find the light
Her destroyer broke his promises
In the night.
Pale light
Pale light
Softly,
Softly,
Pale light.