Henry looks down at his life
wondering, where it has all gone,
as thoughts run wild, through his life
asking, what have I done?
His eyes gaze around the court
Queen’s pictures adorn the walls,
memories of those who betrayed him
execution, for the accused.
If only the walls could speak
they would have much to say,
for Henry ruled, with an iron fist
showing no mercy, for the accused.
The execution block
a bloody reminder,
for one who crosses