I stumble towards the door,
Reaching for the golden handle.
The soft hands of the merciless man,
Led me to my death.
My heart jumped out of my chest,
Trying to escape.
Trapped in the top of the tower,
Unable to see.
All I hear is the axe scraping,
Clinking the ground.
Fear over comes me.
The man with the axe,
Knew quilt will consume him.
As he will behead in innocent,
And young lady.
He dragged the axe,
And placed it perfectly parallel to the neck.
Knowing he had 3 mouths to feed,
He couldn’t turn back on the job.
The axe flew up,
High in the air.
“Aaaaaah!” And ear splitting shriek.
The Lady Jane Grey lay,
Her head severed.
Dark red blood covers,
Her white dress.
The lord of the tower,
Stood.
Ashamed he couldn’t stand up,
Or fight for this lady’s rights.
A 16 year old girl, executed,
But soon, that was old news.
They now had a coronation to prepare for.
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