O my king!
Your farewell kiss has left me,
waiting for thee in the chains of a passionate rapture.
Your hurt cry haunts my dreams,
I fear that this accusation will end in your capture,
stolen away from me by the devil known as Destiny.
I long for your hands and lips to be once again mine,
for the fire to spread through my being
in a moment not so refine.
As I lay face down,
the pain of this betrayal overshadows me.
Everything I have done,
however treasonous or disturbing,
was done for thee, for my Love, my King.
I never believed I would meet my end here,
locked away, banished from you,
never again to be your queen.
As a young one,
I dreamt of you.
All these women captured by your beauty,
their eyes full of love for their King,
none as full as mine.
I thought you my destiny,
forever, you and I, meant to be.
All of that was to be nothing,
nothing but a fleeting dream.
As I lay here on this the scaffold,
waiting for your loving reprieve,
I see nothing of you.
I have realized, you have forgotten me,
in the executor's eyes so full of judgement and hate I can see,
I am nothing to you, nothing but your forgotten destiny.
Author notes
Title Used: Forgotten Destiny
This poem started out as an attempt at a Canzone, but, eventually just turned into a poem written in the POV of Anne Boleyn as she faces her death at the command of her husband, the King of England.
I hope this is enjoyable for everyone.
A contest entry
- The Top Ten Titles: Double Whammy (Prompt Contest) by lowercase prelude.
1200 points, ended February 11, 2009, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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17/25
I really dislike long pieces, so this bored me to tears. It's a lovely sounding piece, but it comes down to length and you could cut half of it and it would be 10 times stronger.
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I like this, very creative
It does seem like you are missing commas in some places, so you might want to go back and check that.
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