D - The Death Knell. 10 Years. Poem by Gillian.E. Shaw

One of the most sorrowful days
when Subjects all, diverted gaze
fell upon noble Princes and Earl
her standard loyally lovingly unfurled
and coffin adorned with chaplet of flowers
folding, falling across steadfast shoulders.
Behold! Our beloved uncrowned Queen!
A wielded sword by a hand unseen
substance, full sap, felled before time
smolder, fester the embers of crime
where the sea of blossoms once were laid
and two young men once had played.

It was the most sorrowful of days
and Subjects all, diverted gaze.

For those who mourn.

A comparison between the decapitation
of Anne Boleyn and the death of the
People's Princess.