The Queen of England was praying
for more than twenty years
with gray eyes.
Her passion
now a pleasure
that once was sinful.
Magnificent vanities
faded gently
from passion
to steadfast devotion.
The King was overwhelmed;
he had an eye that noticed everything.
He grew rather afraid of himself.
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 10:31 PM UTC
The Queen of England was praying
for more than twenty years
with gray eyes.
Her passion
now a pleasure
that once was sinful.
Magnificent vanities
faded gently
from passion
to steadfast devotion.
The King was overwhelmed;
he had an eye that noticed everything.
He grew rather afraid of himself.
Another blackout poem from the pages of Anne Boleyn.