Henry’s Holy Grail

Inspired by helenvalentina‘s post —–>http://helenvalentina.com/2013/07/12/henry-viii-to-anne-boleyn/

I decided to finally flesh ou this poem idea and share it what the hell lol

 

Henry’s Holy Grail

 

Less me remind you

Fair Anne

I waited for you seven years

Told my first wife we were through

We sexed in that span

I drank from the river of life

You birthed me a princess

Lost me a prince, disaster of a wife

Both of them blessed

This Tudor dynasty

One built on the blood of other dynasties

As I will spill some after you

Wives who were untrue

I need you to know my owe true love

Is Lady Jane

I’m a king so mistresses are part of the game

Death for your political crimes against the crown too many to name

I drink wine from the blood of other kings

I’m a warrior of warrior nobody running with my teams

I send my spies out to gather intel

While peasants love swell

For their great Tudor king

As my life reaches its final resting place

Next to my one true love

Lady Jane

They reserved my space

Until I return above, I’m now on a different plane