Anne Boleyn

Take it all and turn it around,

Take it all and turn it upside down.

Make it twisted or divine.

Make it wished upon, just not a lie.

Turn it into a dream

Where we can sit upon the seam.

The seam of reality,

With no leaves, only empty trees.

Have it be a fairytale,

But no, not a tall tale,

So it can come true as dew,

Never a lowly ruse.

Nobody but me and you

Will ever see the menacing debut

Of the princess adorned in blue,

Because in our dream, we can’t even scream.

The princess looked a mess

Even as she put on a long pretty dress,

She didn’t seem to notice all the red

When she stepped around the bed.

Right before her eyes

She spied a basket with straw inside,

And nestled quite firmly in straw

She found the head of one in-law!

Not a gasp or a scream

Came from the princess clapping with glee

To find it was actually the queen

No longer able to be mean.

Happy and content

She ran to tell her favorite servant,

But instead of chattering maids,

She found domineering Hades.

He was in masquerade attire

But looked ready to retire,

Worn out from a night drinking too much gin,

Likely the one who committed the sin.

“Tell me sir, why did you murder her so?

You took her head with just one blow,

But I don’t suppose she was a terror

To one who is never in error.”

“My dear Anne,

Who you see is not Catherine,

Instead look deep within

And realize this is actually Boleyn.”