So loud the fall, so dead the spell, how small her prison cell.
A thousand days as Queen he raised, then plunged her into hell.
When all the court her demise sought, the hate flowed oh so free,
claims that she bewitched the King so well bestowed her chemistry.
But barren Queen’s are fallen dreams, their two dead babes a blow;
new female child so soon reviled no pity he would show.
From this sad bed a tiny head would grow to such renown;
through all his schemes he could not know this babe would wear his crown.
With promise of a son undone the sting was incomplete,
now time held sway bemoaning fate she never thought to greet.
So lone a creature never slipped so low from such high seat,
until the boatman tied his oars and river lapped her feet.
So began the ending of his dire, long, inhuman quest,
choosing Ann above all things, God’s own words he’d put to test.
Queen Catherine cast aside, just to have Ann by his side.
The gates of hate now wide, nought could stem his murderous tide.
Ann lived on in wild dismay a few more months uncourted;
every move every word to the king would be reported .
On her was laid the burden- (in another’s bed he lay,)
vowing soon to have a son, un-repentant, feet of clay.
Her lovely gown of titian gold like her began to fade,
but more than that he turned his back on promises long made.
So lank her hair, not ere the wind could rustle through the maze
of matted bands from half-crazed hands that once were kissed in praise.
Two darkest eyes grown pale I swear from deepest fathom’gazed
from tower hill, 'pon prison sill, cruel memories replayed.
No lips to praise infernal days of destiny hard met,
sheer fallacy of his vision, her prism of regret
She watched with wild abandon rising scaffold, block and deck,
So it was she chose to check, how small was - her pretty neck
B Evans March 09
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Author notes
A contest entry
- Henry VIII. by mystic-angel.
900 points, ended August 4, 6 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - CELEBRATE 17 NOVEMBER- FOR AWARD-WINNING POEMS OF THE PAST YEAR by Vera Rich.
750 points, ended December 2, 91 entries
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Comments
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Yes ...
the man was a monster, assuredly. However, we can hope he's frying in hell now, and won't ever see any of the women he betrayed to the furthest bounds of eternity.
Too bad that his daughter, Mary, was so much like him. Luckily, Elizabeth was different, although I'm sure she had her faults as well, and her counsin Mary (Queen of Scots) would have no doubt agreed with me there.
Anyway, nice job on a difficult subject, and congratulations on the shiny trophy.
Happy Holidays.
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There is a wondrous knowledge and offering of history within this poem, a great deal of depth to nourish your readers' eyes. Congratulations on the gold trophy received for this piece. Good luck in the contest, Poet. 
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History being one of my favourite topics, thank you I am glad you liked it
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Kool poem =) ,congratulations on the gold trophy . wonderful k.
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Thank you fairy princess wonderful says it all.
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This is exceptionally well written and I enjoyed reading it immensely . The rhythm and flow are perfect. Thanks for your entry and good luck! x
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Thank you for your very encouraging comment it is much appreciated.
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wonderful i love this very well written you really gave me a feel for this and i like the stry of ann boleyn it's fascinating.....really love reading this poem....thanks for the amazing write keep it up....and good luck....much <3....scars.
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Thank you scars it is nice to meet someone who loves history.
sorry about the Two posts.
R
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A history lesson as well as educational and entertaining. Enjoyed reading these lines - good flow, rhythm and rhyme. Interesting comparison.
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Fantastic piece
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I am pleased that you liked this Lowercase. although I do know it needs a couple of edits.
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You've given new life to the Lady Ann Boleyn to air the horrid treatment of same by a brutal, deranged tyrant. your poem captures the time and the mood so well, this is one of my favorite writs by you and I'm bookmarking it to read and reread. Thanks for shaing this masterpiece.
Dennis
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Thank you my friend, You you have opened my day with a song.
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History would be SO much easier to remember if the historian's would just rhyme it all!!! This is a wonderful write! So glad to stop by and read.
Lita
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Thanks Lita,
I just think she was the most ill-used woman in English history
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"barren Queen’s are fallen dreams" I love that line in particular but there are so many gems in here. A great depiction of this queen and her demise. You tell a great story with your words that is both interesting and historical. You are very good at these poems, and I always learn something when I read them. Thank you...alby
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Thank you Alby glad to hear you liked it ,
I seem to be falling back into my old ways with these long poems.
somehow I find them easier.
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