Ode to Anne Boleyn

Wandering on, down these worn garden stairs
A cool breeze starts, to kiss my cheek
A soft curl has escaped my hair.

Humid air, it starts clinging my frame
Noise from the ball, now start to faint
Like a soft music in restraint.

I then stop, as someone calls for Anne
I squint my eyes, but I see none
But then I notice some tall man.

Miss Boleyn, he says kissing my hand
I do not know, how to respond
And thus I take out my silk fan.

May I ask, why you're here out tonight?
I blush and smile, then down my eyes
I tell him that my head felt light

His eyes glint, and offers me a dance
I take his hand, and my skirts flow
We whirl around like in a trance

I'm Henry, he says proud turning 'round
I answer yes, I know thine face
And know the day you've earned your crown

He'll kiss me, and then fondles my neck
Says he wants sons, and smiles to me
Says he wants his wife off his back

I know what, that my father dreads
I'll say I do, I want an heir
Not knowing it will cost my head..