[color=#770077][/color]The Downfall of Anne Boleyn I am one of Henry VIII’s wives; The one known for my apparent lies Accused of adultery for one, Truth was I couldn’t bear him a son So let me tell you of my woeful tale, As it all began with jousting and ale Lady Jane Seymour’s arrival came at a cost; The battle for Henry’s love was finally lost. And so did my right and need of the throne, Still, my agendas were safe and unknown. My dream for my daughter is to be seen, As England’s most gracious and powerful Queen Hear my final words; take in the last advice, I wish I’d known, my mother did warn me twice. Never tempt the gallant king with pride, money or joy, Unless you can promise to grant him a boy. Alas, it is time. I can hear the crowd roar, People don’t seem to care about my life anymore. The King has given mercy upon my head, With sterling silver crashing down, rendering me dead. My marriage to Henry, had allowed me to reign, And create a new religion that was not in vain. Know my love for Henry was destined and true, I concede that there is nothing I can do.