12 September 2012
She was given a golden crown, Coveted by all of men. But at sixteen her luck was down. And with a quill ink pen. One sent her off to a tower, For the treason she didn't commit. They all wanted the power And weren't willing to her, submit. There she stayed for nine days, Cats have longer lives. Until Lady Jane Greys life flew away... With the most deadliest of knives. I wonder how many innocent souls, Died at the hands of the Tudor rose.
©Odd
Nine Days Queen • Opuss № I