Lady Jane Grey

Rather a sombre one for MY TRUE COLOURS this week.

http://poopsiestruecolours.blogspot.com/

The colour is, of course,

GREY.

LADY JANE GREY

Do you recall being  seventeen?

I was carefree, hedonistic,

Romantic, giggly,

And utterly self-engrossed.

So, I suspect, were you.

We were teenagers.

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The illustration is grey;

There could be no other colour for it.

The lady is Grey;

Lady Jane Grey.

Surely the weather was grey.

Tattered clouds must have

Swept across the sky.

Light rain must have fallen.

She could have saved herself

By choosing one form of Christianity

Over another.

'No big deal' some would say.

But she refused.

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'I am ready to face death'

She said.

'I will gladly suffer death

If it is Her Majesty's pleasure'

She said.

'God grant you all your desires'

She said.

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She recited a psalm.

She gave her gloves and prayer book to friends.

She tied her own scarf

Around her own eyes.

She forgave her executioner

'Most willingly'.

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'Lord,

Into Thy hands

I commend my spirit.'

'And so', the account says,

'She ended.'

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She was seventeen.

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If there is a Heaven,

She is a teenager there.
I hope she's a 'Dancing Queen'.
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Another sombre colour here:

http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2009/01/271-black.html