Mary was always the dominant one.

Traitor’s gate
By Henry Tudor
The lump in my throat, the sweat on my brow
The fear in my heart, no way back from here now.
Not meant to inspire fear these gates were for Royal access
But they now have a smear, they are now an abscess.

Mary never trusts me now, she sends me to hell
The Tower looms over my head, I fear for its bell.
The jailer is there his face white with shame
He calls me his mistress, cannot speak my name.

Will I return from within these walls alive
Or will Mary not let me survive
Will I go down as another who died
Betrayed by those who have lied.

The family and the man with the keys
Looks after me and see to my needs
But Mary has left out the board
Where Jane died and went to her lord.

Is it meant to put the fear into my head
Well it worked, I know I’ll soon be dead
She’ll rid her land of my Protestant kind
But and heir is impossible to find.

Mary will not seek Mary of Scot
A new era of Roman they do plot
But could she kill her own sister kin
I think so, Jane too was close and our skin.

I pray that I will come out alive
The people will make me survive
I hear them shout from their street
I wish I could go out and meet.

The next weeks will determine my fate
So now I will just pray and just wait
The health of the Queen will change mind
I will just sit here and bide my own time.