Phoenix
Graying feathers dangle from my frame
perched on a promise that my wings will again
Burn with Life.
My tail will glow brighter than Apollo
as it streams across the sky.
Shrugging off decrepit down
I gaze at the night which was once ablaze
With my Fire.
I desire to be devoured by crimson and vermillion
and renewed by the ashes of my former existence.
A piercing plea shatters my silent patience
yet I know only time can determine my rebirth.
So I Wait.
My aged wings salute the moon
and I embrace freedom with a solitary breath.
Anne Boleyn
Walking past the angry crowd, I wonder,
How could this happen?
I was an attractive mistress,
serving the queen,
then catering to you,
once my games were done.
You freed yourself from Rome so that we could wed,
I became your second queen.
Though I had a child fit to rule,
I could not grant you a son.
My misfortunes with childbirth
sent me to the tower.
I watched my brother’s head roll,
knowing his fate was to be my own.
I climb the scaffold
and walk to the platform’s edge.
Pleading my innocence to deaf ears
I kneel before you all.
The executioner prepares his French blade.
To the world I say,
adieu.
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