The Blessed Tower

I dreamt of the Tower of London

The stone walls surrounded by green pastures

I sit waiting in a dark lit room

Names are etched of others before me

My fingers trace the names one by one

I wonder should I carve my own

So another victim may witness

A crime of undesired and free escape

So I sit and wait, crying will not save

The crowds cheer anxious for excitement

Perhaps someone sheds a tear for me

I push through all fears and thoughts

Searching for something through a slit window

Hundreds if not thousands wait outside

Oh how I wish to end all torture

A tragedy turns into a blessed guillotine

Here come the steady footsteps of the guards

The keys click to the heavy door

I rise with grace and soon follow my fate

The light blinds my eyes making me squint

My eyes accustom to the path ahead

I see my waiting maids huddled as one

Some are covering their eyes in fear

While others hold an accomplished gleam

Standing before all lost citizens

I lift my head and probe my lips apart

I can barely recognize my own voice

“I am but a lady who was accepted as Queen;

A wife of the present King of England,

I marveled and danced with glee

Practicing all requirements and tending

To the good people of England, my family.

Yet I have betrayed the King in some way

For that I offer my last regrets to all

I will not loathe my King or scream in fear

God is my witness and shall know all truth.”

Off came my crown and royal garments

I stood in a gown of a simple maiden

My hair swept back and darkness covered my eyes

A blindfold tightens causing a sharp intake of breath

Now the fear I warded off soon returns

My knees begin to shake and would have buckled

If not for the guard holding me up

I am pushed to the floor knelt by the scaffold

I can picture the glow the blade gives off

Cheers ring out and protests begin to erupt

A swift wind passes by and that unforgettable sound

Of a moving blade makes all stand still

Everything goes by in slow motion

This is the end of another Queen

And soon to be a future of another

Death then took me and all soon vanished.

 

Reviews

[Nate E. Flake (Cösmic ..]

what? the beginning was like so positive until i started reading and it slowly started to come to my mind of the persecution. your poem is really good because it changes the readers emotion very quickly...to die by a guillotine.

[nostal]

Nicely written, great poem.

[Collect-Eye]

heart wrenching..I wish I knew what else to say.
viscerally cerebral, if that means anything.