(Sometime during the 1500's, King Henry The Eighth had his wife Anne Boleyn beheaded.)
Had I known,
that serving your desires
would have meant
the surrender
of my own,
would I have so calmly
given my soul
before your sturdy throne?
Had I known that the cost
of becoming Queen,
would not equal
any finely tapestried wall,
sturdy hewn floor,
or meal of quail and pheasant,
would any one thing
have changed?
Had I known that my end
would come with my bowing before
the waiting axe,
it would not have mattered.
I, despite your rough handling of my heart,
would still have come to you.
(C) 2007
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Comments: 10
Beautiful writing.