Author's Note: This was written April 12, 2004. I was inspired by my trip to England and the movie Elizabeth. I'm just absolutely enamored with Queen Elizabeth and her story. And part of her story is her mother. I hope you get the prometheus reference. I like how... uneomtional this came out. Finally.
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Queen Anne Boelyn
She would not lay
Her fair white neck
With English grain
Instead met steel
Of French domain
The finest edge
Divorced the queen
Her parting gift
The King’s sharp kiss
Her head held high
Remember this
She blinked to see
The cold grey world
Inside the walls
Of London’s Tower
Her resting place
Her greatest hour
All she had done
Was yet to thrive
In her short life
So filled with lust
She was Lady
Prometheus
She must have smiled
Because she knew
The fiery beauty
Fueled by her death
Would rule all men
Elizabeth
