Henry and Anne – Image source unknown

“Entice the King!”

They said.

“It will be grand!”

They promised.

“All will be glorious!”

They exclaimed.

They enticed her

As she enticed her King

Spinning tails, promises

Of sweet love.

Soon the enticer

Became the enticed.

Ravenous, fierce

Primal desires

Fed one another

Like oxygen

To a flame.

The flame

Burned, hotter,

Scalding.

Then one day

It blew up.

Bitter

Disappointments

Loss of love,

Bleeding,

Children not

Held.

No heir.

Then the

Ultimate

Betrayal.

Her King was

Now enticed

by another.

Promises made

Not kept;

Chaos ensued.

Once regal, proud,

Beautiful.

Highest of

The high,

Now brought

So low.

Death awaits

And then stalls

As the blade

Fails to arrive.

Finally, she is

Now enticed

By death,

By her peace

By being pariah

No more.

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