A Sestina style poem that I had to write for creative writing. I am posting it because I am so very proud of it, and I have never used history in my poems. I also wrote this in memory of Anne Boleyn, because she was not guilty of her crimes, but she wasn't completely innocent. Either way, I admire her and her cunning. It's no wonder her daughter Queen Elizabeth I ruled so well.

Anne Boleyn

Within the holds of the highest Tower,
In wait lies the Queen Boleyn.
Taken by the way of the River
Through the heart of England,
Taking a heartbreaking betrayal,
She awaits the visit from Death.

All life must come to death
Though too soon it comes to the Tower,
For the cause is her “betrayal”;
From the Lady Anne Boleyn
To the King of England,
Her last passage being the way of the River.

The boat that carries through the River
Carries her to a wait for death,
Her end the new path for England.
Taken to the top most Tower,
The fallen Lady Boleyn
Thinks upon the committed betrayal.

Though it was not her own betrayal
For which she had to travel on the River,
Tarnishing the name Anne Boleyn.
Her sentence will be death
As she waits for it in the Tower,
Betrayed by her husband, King of England.

Now the entirety of England
Will have heard of the betrayal
And the Lady in the Tower,
Who went through the Gates on the River.
They know she faces death,
“That terrible Whore Boleyn.”

The great Lady Anne Boleyn
Says farewell to the King and her England
And walks, head held high, towards Death.
She keeps the King’s betrayal
Secret, and forgives him and the river,
As well as her final home, the Great Tower.

At long last death claims Queen Anne Boleyn,
While silence covers the Tower, land and people of England,
The true betrayal setting in as calmness reaches the River.