SwooshA Poem by HappyAccidentMy fascination with the Tudor is kind of weird.I could shoot facts at you all the way to Elizabeth the first death.So obviously I had to choose the most interesting women Anne Boleyn .
The walk of memories
My life for what it was I was a daughter,a sister,a mother a wife a queen A daughter with no freewill A sister put last until I became first A mother,Oh my Elizabeth I shall miss you most A wife to a man who wanted a son A Queen to the people who called me a w***e Until Now I am, A daughter who couldn't be saved A sister deserted one executed the other exiled A mother,Oh my Elizabeth I shall miss you most A wife to a king,courting another queen And a queen who knows that she will die The last plank is placed on my scaffold The swordsman awaits me My feet are brave, my heart a coward I welcome the mixture of emotion,the last bit of air I shall breathe The blood in my veins freezes,the ice in my finger tips Kneeling before the block Commending my soul Swoosh I am not a queen no longer a daughter half a sister forever a mother,Oh Elizabeth I shall miss you the most © 2010 HappyAccidentReviews
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Added on July 23, 2010Last Updated on July 23, 2010 AuthorHappyAccidentVirginia Beach, VAAboutI like to think that I contribute to society in my own special way.I shower daily,deliver witty blog post (when I feel like it) and recycle .You could call me a loner...well because everyone else does.. more..Writing
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