Character: Thomas Wyatt

Those days gave me a bloody break
And my passion, and youth destroyed.
Then you many have carried with them to the grave
And I cry now all about you
That you are dead and there is no turning back.
Imagine you took what can not afford
And because we now groan.
Rotten branches at the top were
With a high crown down
Dropped you.
Those days gave me a bloody break
And passion of my youth destroyed.
Blind thirst for petty souls,
Hurrying up
Death smashed.
And the thunder over the throne...