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I'm told I'm meant to love you. HA but what is love in this time of ours, But schemes and lies to gain the upper hand. And yet although I wish to hate you, You that determine my fate, You the reason I can not love on my own. I can't. You consume me as much as I you. Is it infatuation, My mind convincing my heart to love you. Perhaps to protect my soul? No how can it be when, You ignite the fire in my soul, You causing me to look deeper in my heart. To find I love you, And yet, oh how I know you will decive me. Look at how you decive yourself. How can you love me? Truely love me, if you loved another just as deep, And you deny her your love anymore. You will do the same to me, And yet, oh I can not protect my heart any longer. I have fallen to far, too deep I am doomed! (just a little interpretation of what might have gone through anne's head or what might have if she only knew her fate)  Created By: Angeldove57657 | Henry, Darling, it’s your precious Anne. He pretends to ignore me, but I know he hears. He pretends to forget all those tense, waiting years, When marrying me was his only plan. I remember once pulling a King of Hearts from the deck. Against the old queen, ‘twas my strongest card. Now ‘tis I who am under guard, Waiting, ever waiting, to lose my neck. He’ll see my head chopped off, like a doomed mother hen, The long thin neck of his dear, loving wife, Who he yearned to marry for seven years of his life, Because of false accusations by evil men. Once upon a time, we danced under a silver moon, The heavens smiling down in praise, As our passion made us swoon. ‘Twas then that I was the most beloved Queen Loved by his Majesty King Henry, But now ‘tis jane Seymour who gets to preen. What happened to “Noli me tangere, for Caesar’s I am”? The days when even Jane called me “Ma’am?” Woe, now I’m condemned, Im to die without justice And my world is crumbling under my feet storm of destruction killing them all my hands soaked in blood plese, not my fault then whose five inocent men my brother for me god Created by: queen_elizabeth_1533 |
These Bloody Days (The Tower of London) (First line is inspiration from Thomas Wyatt) These bloody days have just about broken my heart The loathing, the hatred, knowing I am apart Day by day the detest overwhelms me Repulses me to the very burrow of my plea Good people! Good people! I hear them cry Tears falling until there visage is dry Some walk with noble heads too high To hide their fret it will be down at nigh Near, so near, to the hour of my time, Hearing the disorder so close to my mind God bless you, I hear theconfessorsay Crossing me, reminding me this was the day The last walk, catching a glimpse of the church Who knew this was the place I took my daily lurk? Climbing the scaffold reaching my end Listening to the jeers that want to offend Wearily placing my head on the block What had I done to earn such a mock? The axe falling again and again upon my neck End will you not? My body, the fallen wreck. These bloody days have just about broken my heart The loathing, the hatred, knowing I am apart Day by day the detest overwhelms me Repulses me to the very burrow of my plea By QueenAnnaBoleyn | |
| Henry's Last Words Created by Howardfan (Juliette) |
Katherine of Aragon Mistress of Aragon, I bid you take your leave For our Marriage is annulled And no more shall we conceive My lady beauty waits for me to take her by the hand And lead her into matrimony To rule with me, this land Your days were long, our love was strong but now you anger me With your refusal and your faith Has been your downfall upon thee  | Anne Boleyn My lady nan I fear you And so your death must be I no longer feel the joy Or lust within your company Betrayed and belittled was I You made me out the fool Now it is you dark woman Who must suffer cruel For time to be reversed This is my honest plea for if this were so You and I would never have be  |
Jane Seymour My lady fair, my sweetest delight My joy without compare I shall no longer have the pleasures due Resting in your golden hair A son you bore with able steed Fullfiling gods great plan He remains our little king While I remain yours in hand The lord has caused great sorrow While he combined this with great joy My true wife lay as buried While we rejoice in this boy  | Anne of Cleves Fate had cast a shadow I cried "has thou forsaken me?" Betrayed and lied to cruelly about this awful mare from Cleves Cromwell hath paid for this ghastly mistake The devil I knew his soul to take Anne of Cleves, dismissed from my bed Anne this woman, had kept her head Oh sister to me was this Anne Like Mary rose so dear While not the beauty Mary was She remains compliant and of cheer  |
Kitty Howard Long before my passion soured I bid farewell to Mistress Howard I gave my heart so willingly In her innocence I believed Her beauty was her virtue Alas, I was deceived Another man had won her heart Before I even knew her Already laiden with two men I cried my time be through with her While accusations flew so rampent I did not want to beleive Then I heard of Culpepper My mind could not conceive While Jane remain my one true wife My naughty little kitty stays the love of my life  | Catherine Parr A woman of kindness Twice widowed before While the sadness of her loss is there This woman remined demure Strong in her beliefs, a test of trust was she Good natured with my children So for the while I let her be My sickness and my old age They close in on me so I know of my new Queens beliefs But I do not have her go Arrested and then pardoned This was the fate of Queen Parr I leave her soon a widow But oh will I leave a scar? Dowager Queen of protestant faith Thomas Seymour took her eye She did not let him in until The king had came to die Finally happy, or was this really so? Her New marriage ended in child bearing death While her husband on the scaffold, with their child left to grow  |
Poem to Anne Boleyn (written by Howardfan)  1531 On my knees and in despair I cry aloud "My lady fare" Save me from my inner ache My heart is now all yours to take Such a maiden to do this to me Oh such a love that was meant to be My old love has wilted, and dried like the flower I pray you to kiss me and make rid of the sour A coronation grand awaits you as you keep Your virtue will belong to me, and i shant need to weep A beautiful life awaits you my dear One so much more than that of past year I am yours forever you shall never be in despair The night and day shall have no fear Your green sleeves remain mine to cherish You day is long for this world, with me you shant perish Yours in all the splendour of this fragile world Henry  | CROMWELLS PLEA  Did my hard work serve you well? Was not my name on your lips swell? I toiled and strived, I searched and I prayed I did of my Soverign King and only obeyed Riches and wealth were granted his to share No more should Papists claim, for it is not there The marriage I had you, the marriage to keep Peace in the realm, oh how I weep Alone in the tower, a bible in hand The horrid execution, scheduled at your command Oh my Loving King, how do you beleive The rumors of the catholic realm, and what they have conceived? I die a traitor, I once was well loved Chancellor and Secretary I rose higher above Now I am struck, killed like the game The arrow has hit me, I am now as the lame A traitors death, so fitting they cry Several strokes infront of cruel eye They laught, they mock, the jeer and they spit My life may have ended, but i will not burn in the pit Save me lord, king of all kings Save me from persecution and the devils spike that stings The king cannot condem my soul @#!*% cannot be altered If i ask for thine forgivness My faith can not be faltered They remember my name In the year of my death July 1540 Cromwell's last breath (written by Howardfan) |
| Your Humble Servant (to the tune of Greensleeves) Anne to Henry by Sara Porter  Beseech me lord You kill me so With eyes of blue And heart so cold If I should die To be forsake'd I'd die 'thin hours Of my dismay If love renewe'd Would you be mine My virtue true I hold to thine My lord my love for you is true My heart prolong and breaketh for you (added by annaboleyna) | Reina Catalina (in Spanish, to Catherine of Aragon) 
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| King Henry VIII Rap... fo shizzle (This is not mine, but i was given permission by the creator to add it. Basically a rap from Henry's perspective in terms of six wives, also, because it is in that format, grammar will be quite difficult to discern. Also, its supposed to go in line with the track 'Gold Digger' by Kanye West. Enjoy!!!) Now I aint sayin imma preist, but she still aint mess with no broke brotha Yeah me was a king 1509 got married. Catherine you fool, thought you’z was cool, but you didn’t give me a son, so go on baby run. Now who was that chick, yo what waz her name: Anne What Anne What, Boelyn, N: Girl you were mah pumpkin, you were mah key. You were my heart girl but you’z was just too fine for me. Boelyn all u do was sin, so u asked fo it, I gave u n all ya lovers a slice of the skin Girl you were jus a H! ooooooooooooo Man, ma, the thing after you was so sweet, that I found my self thinking oh, could this really be? Love could this really be? LOoooovee! See you ere the one jane you gave me a son, you waz so sweet ya made the sugga daddy run. You were mah pride and you gave me a son that’s why when you died I went 2 years without anyone. but 2 years come on im me, gotta get with someone. so I sent them paintas, go paint me a wife came back, another one, Anne of somthin anne of who anne of cleves oh right that one But SHIZEN girl when I saw ur face you left me blinded, but not in a good way Oh my god when I saw you, the roses witted down The dawgs be howlin RUFF RUFF all you be seein is me runin down DIVORCE HECK YES thank god u agreed! man I woulda died, you was just too nasty lookin fo me my eye caught a lil sumthin sumthin a virgin may be? oh yeah, one with one too many mysteries Yeah im 49, so what shes sweet 16, obviously that’s what the girl wants, hormones screamin take me, take me !!! Catherine was it, my angel yes you were darn grl you seemed so honest, but knowin you waz unfaithful seemed so obscure. so I be headed ya all yeah you lil puppet was it 4 or more in all? whatever woman you dead now though enjoy them lovers and may be the devil while your down there on a roll par, pardon me? Catherine now? yeah like I said oh yeah par pa pa pa par, exactly, now I see she was like my companion, always there for me but seymore now who was he? well who cares now im sick as a mule yeah I know im dyin but at least you took care of me thank god my life didn’t end in betrayal though yeah baby, me was the king, obviously I died peacefully. | To This Day ( A poem for Sir Thomas More ) I saw how you died that day the pain of how you went, has not gone away I thought you cheery but pale You looked on high to where God sails. You threw out your arms and off came your head I saw how you bled, my heart wanted to instead You knew how it would come, you saw the end how this would all transend. My sorrow too, pains and hurts me well I wanted to scream, I wanted to yell When I read of your works this day forth I will look up high, I will look up North. (Written by Merlie) |
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| wleming | the block | 0 | May 19 2010, 12:25 PM EDT by wleming | ||
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the block awaits the kings pleasure
for the block is part of the kings treasure its sits in the tower and waits each night for the next to grace it in sorrow and fright for there is no king or queen upon a throne who has no need for what the block can hone for henry sits but not too well and waits upon a block to tell who shall live and who shall die the axmen is the king.... on high |
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| wleming | henrys' soldier | 0 | May 4 2010, 11:27 AM EDT by wleming | ||
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i served the king in the lowland wars
and in high germany and manys a friend left behind in a grave once made for me i served the king most truly and for my pains i'm left here on the road in old england with neither food nor beer so listen all you soldiers who've served both well and true trust not in crown or country for they conspire to betray you i served the king in the lowland wars and in high germany and far better it would have been if i'd been left there-with a grave for my bravery with a grave for my bravery
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| wleming | henrys wives | 6 | Apr 6 2010, 3:54 PM EDT by wleming | ||
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of henrys wives there were eight
and of these more than a few met a tragic fate for the man with the ax was ever at hand and henrys tastes were anything but bland for his wars he did relish his enemies he'd embellish and then salt their blood with sand his friends he enjoyed but then left them with elan thinking there'd be more where they came from oh henry: you could be as nasty as fate as hard as diamonds and oftentimes late but still when i think on those who've past its henry's legacy that comes to mind or as he put it "never finish last' so its henry we remember and his series which tho in the throes has left us not in the least weary henry: voila: at war and at peace yours graces hard pressed to pacify the beast
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