Bloody Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
Silver bells and cockleshells
And pretty maids all in a row.
Bloody fingers, name that lingers,
Though not bloodstained anymore,
Evil names, divided blames,
When I search inward through your core.
Rosary and blasphemy,
"Holy Mother, smite those new
Wave believers, faith decievers,
Bring then back to what is true."
Beloved sister, watch her, mister,
Eagle's eye and fox's ear,
Your every breath, Elizabeth,
Await your turn, oh don't you dare.
Love to hate, religion - state,
This is what I recall of you,
Not a thing is comforting
When life is fading, love is blue.
Dreamed a daughter, ending: slaughter,
"Find yourself a different life,"
Forgot a son by noonday gun,
You're ever queen but never wife.
Wooden chair for throne and heir
This is how you had to cope,
It is today the price to pay
For blessed Virgin and for Pope.
Sisters brave share a grave
Underneath the stones,
In a heap there in the deep;
The decomposing bones.
Thought I hear