My time had come. My judgement read, Condemned though innocent I pled. More than crown knocked from my head, So feared was I, they willed me dead. And to my fall, how was I led? No man but Henry shared Anne’s bed. I overstepped, and foes were bred. Too quick my tongue, and hence I bled. I prayed each day my sins to shed. And learned to face death without dread. Past Tower walls, saw light ahead To dwell with God, my soul be fed. Now that I’m gone, what shall be said Of Anne Boleyn without a head? Forget her fast, move on instead— The falcon died, the phoenix weds.
