Written for Esther’s Writing Prompts
using the prompt word ‘block’.

The Tower held its breath before dawn, mist curling low across the green, like something shameful to witness was coming. Anne walked the short distance with her ladies, her steps measured, her spine straight as the sword that waited for her …. not the axe, a small mercy Henry had granted, as though mercy could still mean anything now.
The block was low, almost humble, which did nothing to soften what it was. Anne had expected fear to consume her, but instead felt strangely light, as if she were already halfway departed from her own body.
She spoke briefly to the small crowd …. careful words, chosen for those she left behind, for a daughter who would grow up motherless and misunderstood. Then she knelt, and someone tied a blindfold over her eyes, and the world narrowed to breath and cold air and the distant call of a bird that did not know or care what it was witnessing.
She prayed, her supplication muffled in her mouth as the blade found its mark.
Below the scaffold, the crowd began to fall away, already forgetting its queen.
NAR©2025
This is “Anne Boleyn: Heavy Metal Will Never Die” by Serpent of Decay
Everything on The Elephant’s Trunk was created by me, unless otherwise indicated. Thanks for your consideration. NAR©2017-present.

The tragic tale of Anne Boleyn. King Henry VIII was such an ass..
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Ha! That’s one way to put it! Thanks, Mark 😄
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May 19, 1536.
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Well done my dear.
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Thanks so much, D!
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Wow
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I’ll gladly take that “Wow”, Sarah. Thanks so much!
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Yeah, sometimes it’s just that good 🙂
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The one time in her life Anne Boleny really shined… So sad. Great find on the music track!
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It couldn’t have been easy being married to Henry. It may be time to re-watch The Tudors!
So glad you enjoyed both the story and the music. Thanks, Jodi!
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The second blow: short memory and cold indifference. Powerfully rendered, Nancy.
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How quickly we forget! Perfect phrasing, Liz: the second blow. Thanks!
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Beautifully written, but then I’d expect nothing less of you. And that song is amazing! 👍
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I’m thrilled to know you enjoyed both my story and song choice, Clive. Thanks very much!😊
Since starting this blog, I have discovered there really is song for just about every topic we can imagine! 😁
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You find so many that I’ve never heard of, this one being a case in point. I tentatively hit the ‘play’ button, wondering what I was in for, but it was superb. And they told the story well.
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Thanks again. I’m really happy to know that. 🤩
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Too brutally dramatic for my soft squeamish soul, my friend …
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It’s truly awful how we treat our fellow man, even in death. Thank you, my dear friend, for your lovely comments and this new musical interlude. 🎶💙
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Absolutely my musical pleasure, Nancy 🎵💙🌏📘
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You relayed this piece of history so movingly Nance ❤️
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Thanks, Ange. Just another case of man’s inhumanity to man. 🩶
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Very true Nance 😔
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That gave me goosebumps. I’ve been to the Tower and stood on the spot where they beheaded her. Such an awful act. Great response to the prompt, Nancy.
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And still, as awful as this is, in comparison to other methods of execution, it is the least ‘barbaric’. Thanks for your meaningful message, Esther.
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A gruesome act.
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I know …. a horrible way to extract ‘justice’.
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Indeed 💔
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