Samiscribbles weekend writing prompt #413 #A Grey day

Now I can’t believe what the Council have done

for did he not call me the chosen one

when my Cousin Edward sadly passed

of his Protestant hopes I was the last

so whilst on his deathbed I was named

though against my wishes that I should reign

neither impudence nor greed was mine

reflecting as on the wooden block I recline

that as Queen I cannot die at the end of a rope

so the axemans blade is sharp I can but hope.