Ambition: An Ode to Anne Boleyn
For those of you who don't know, this poem (also being my first poem here...yay!) is about a figure I find truly fasinating. Anne Boleyn was the second wife of Henry VIII, the first of his wives to be beheaded. This is technically part 2 of my poems about her, this one being the darker of the two. Comment's are welcome!
Ambition: An Ode to Anne Boleyn
Part II-The Tower
The vivacious rose
Queen of all men’s hearts
Has found her king
The cards have been drawn
His passion grows for her
His hunger’s too much to bear
‘Just a little longer’ she whispers
‘One more deed must yet be done’
Treading on foreign soil
Destiny unfolds itself again
For in the light of a blazing storm
She gives herself, body and soul
A force once so untamed
Now walks heavy with a crown of jewels
But she must take care where she steps
Lest it become a crown of thorns
A child is born
Under whom lies so much promise
Behold, a girl
The wheel turns again
The royals try once more
To produce a male heir
The hopes of a kingdom weigh down upon her
Only to be tainted with blood and shame
Eyes begin to wander
To a heart more worthy of worship
A figure glowing in candlelight
Never has temptation looked so pure
Tired of old
Yearning for the new
The Devil must be slain
To purify his ravaged soul
The Tower looms
All she knows is behind her
The walls of black and shades of gray
Wrap her in its cold embrace
A summer day dawns
And a golden era reaches a new height
But the rose that once graced these palace halls
Is now bathed in Heaven’s light
A Tudor rose
Bathed in golden light
She strides down the corridor
Full of confidence and grace
No one can touch her
The unnapproachable Venus
Poets and lords would sooner touch the heavens
Before caressing those lustrous lips
Stunning though her beauty is
A shadow looms over her head
The luster of ambition
Chokes her spirited soul
In the light of a gleaming Court
The rose blooms where she's planted
The falcon climbs higher still
Ever close to the glorious sun
His body burns with desire
Upon seeing this unntamable beauty
In his dreams she haunts him
A prize beyond his reach
He showers her with precious jewels
An effort to win her heart
Yet still she pulls away
Thrilling him that much more
The face of England is about to change
Like no one has ever seen
For Henry will move Heaven and earth
To make a Boleyn his Queen