The Fall of Anne Boleyn

A calm, eerie silence passes over me,
As I'm driven out of my reverie.
My hands are clammy, my heart is cold,
But my courage stays while still I'm bold.

My head is held high, why you may ask?
For appearances are important, and this is my last.
The excutioner towers over me,
His sword as his side threateningly.

What of Elizabeth?, I think as I walk.
Will she understand what happened, ignore the courts talk?
And Henry, my husband, why has he left me forsaken?
Saying I was unfaithful, letting my life be taken.

As I'm given my last words, a tumultous point in my life,
I've realized how far I've risen and fallen, from lowly noble to King's wife.
Now I'm led to the block, the sword now in his hand,
I hope everyone remembers the tragic ending to the life of Queen Anne.