I cried on the day. The moment got me. I thought this would change everything. To see her so proud. Her head never drooped. Even at her last vow. Her stellular eyes radiate grace. Her legato gait so tranquil, like a white swan against the approaching storm. And yet, as she glanced up to the man who appeared at her right, she phased into the ultimate change. For her, things will never be the same. And the crowds gasped as she curtsied. They wanted so much more for her. But now she is gone And we were all got by that moment, And no flower will bloom on this day.
Anne Boleyn, Queen of England and second wife of Henry VIII, was executed today in 1536.