Poem: Henry, Eighth of his Name (A Historical Analysis)
At the time
the monarch held the lives
of his subjects
the power granted by
the grace of God.
He must appear strong
might makes right
Even the rules of religion
and its edicts
couldn't stand in his way.
And those who displeased him
paid the ultimate price.
Heads literally rolled
Fortunes literally unmade
Loyalty literally betrayed.
Too bad Death took him
like those who went before.
Grand tomb never made
Legacy forever stained
God's judgement is final.
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