Elizabeth’s Prison
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1 min readSep 23, 2019
The crown is my prison,
Holding all the things the
True me desired locked
Forever in the Tower of London
My mother, Lady Greensleeves
Felt the deadly weight and
Only required a few moments, before
Being relieved of it
A French sword painted with
Her red blood told me
All I ever needed to know
About my future chains
I have loved and hated,
Smiled and wept,
Been gentle and violent
In a repeating circle
The one I leaned on,
Who held my hand and had
Seen all my emotional ties
Left me in death
Now I am alone
And only the Queen of England
Can I ever be…