The Mind of Anne Boleyn


Pious change has torn my heart asunder.

Blessed be the tie that binds my soul close,

To him and now be a perfect wonder.

To break a Church now seems too grandiose.


Our passion play has reached its final scene.

The plot has twisted and the battle won.

A resolution I had not foreseen,

 My lover alone in his denouement.


But the light of my love cannot dwindle

Into dust, my body will surely go.

 His possession lost will now rekindle,

Into new life who comes from our shadow.


A better Queen shalt surely never be,

My blood spilt for Elizabeth’s legacy.


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