Author's Note: This is my first Shakespeare work. I am in a Shakespeare class right now, and I have enhanced my love for RICHARD III. Everytime I think about it, I wonder...How did young Prince Edward feel when he was being led away to the Bloody Tower? Did he know he was going to die? Well, these are my thoughts as I bring out his thoughts through his eyes. Please read and review.
Disclaimer: I do not own RICHARD III or its characters. Shakespeare does.
Go I Unto the Tower...
"Your Highness shall repose you at the Tower..."
Hearing the Tower was to be where I would stay,
Fear crept into my heart.
Why would my uncle send me to rest there?
I had just arrived from my long travel to get here.
When I first saw who came to greet me,
I wanted more uncles to welcome me.
I was going to be king!
I should be shown more respect!
But instead, only my uncle, Richard, and some others were there.
I knew I was in trouble when I discovered the Tower was my place of rest.
But I wasn't the only one sentenced to that dreaded Tower.
My younger brother, Richard, Duke of York, was also condemned to stay there.
Our uncle was up to something,
But I wouldn't find out until it was too late.
Until then, my brother and I would be contained in the Tower.
When my brother heard that he, too, would be reposing in the Tower,
He became deathly afraid.
"I shall not sleep in quiet at the Tower," the young Duke of York stated.
"Why, what should you fear?" our uncle questioned.
"Marry, my uncle Clarence' angry ghost.
My grandam told me he was murdered there."
Not wanting to show my younger brother that I, too was scared,
I put on a brave face and told our uncle,
"I fear no uncles dead."
"Nor none that live, I hope," our uncle countered.
"An if they live, I hope I need not fear."
But deep in my heart,
I knew that I couldn't and wouldn't believe what I had told our sinister uncle.
Something deep inside told me that I had a right to fear that man.
Keeping the brave face I had on the best I could,
I turned to my frightened little brother and said,
"But come, my lord.
With a heavy heart,
Thinking on them,
Go I unto the Tower."
The guards my uncle had with him,
Grabbed my brother and I,
And towards the Tower we went.
It was during that time that I realized that I probably wouldn't become king.
I was marching towards my death.
It was the truth that I didn't want to face, but would have to.
Our uncle wanted us dead.
He would have the throne.
We would die.
I didn't know how I would die,
But I knew that I would.
I saw it in our uncle's cruel, icy eyes before we were sent away.
He wanted us dead.
And he was going to have it that way.
Soon, my brother and I would die...
Author's Note (con't.)-The quotes I used were from Shakespeare's RICHARD III. They are exactly (or as close to) the way they were in the play. So don't sue me! I am giving credit to the great Shakespeare!
So...how'd I do? Did I bring out the young prince's thoughts well? I know it was a little sad...sadder if you knew that he was only 12 when he died (according to Shakespeare...but I won't get into that...). Please review and tell me what you thought. Thanks.
Disclaimer: I do not own RICHARD III or its characters. Shakespeare does.
Go I Unto the Tower...
"Your Highness shall repose you at the Tower..."
Hearing the Tower was to be where I would stay,
Fear crept into my heart.
Why would my uncle send me to rest there?
I had just arrived from my long travel to get here.
When I first saw who came to greet me,
I wanted more uncles to welcome me.
I was going to be king!
I should be shown more respect!
But instead, only my uncle, Richard, and some others were there.
I knew I was in trouble when I discovered the Tower was my place of rest.
But I wasn't the only one sentenced to that dreaded Tower.
My younger brother, Richard, Duke of York, was also condemned to stay there.
Our uncle was up to something,
But I wouldn't find out until it was too late.
Until then, my brother and I would be contained in the Tower.
When my brother heard that he, too, would be reposing in the Tower,
He became deathly afraid.
"I shall not sleep in quiet at the Tower," the young Duke of York stated.
"Why, what should you fear?" our uncle questioned.
"Marry, my uncle Clarence' angry ghost.
My grandam told me he was murdered there."
Not wanting to show my younger brother that I, too was scared,
I put on a brave face and told our uncle,
"I fear no uncles dead."
"Nor none that live, I hope," our uncle countered.
"An if they live, I hope I need not fear."
But deep in my heart,
I knew that I couldn't and wouldn't believe what I had told our sinister uncle.
Something deep inside told me that I had a right to fear that man.
Keeping the brave face I had on the best I could,
I turned to my frightened little brother and said,
"But come, my lord.
With a heavy heart,
Thinking on them,
Go I unto the Tower."
The guards my uncle had with him,
Grabbed my brother and I,
And towards the Tower we went.
It was during that time that I realized that I probably wouldn't become king.
I was marching towards my death.
It was the truth that I didn't want to face, but would have to.
Our uncle wanted us dead.
He would have the throne.
We would die.
I didn't know how I would die,
But I knew that I would.
I saw it in our uncle's cruel, icy eyes before we were sent away.
He wanted us dead.
And he was going to have it that way.
Soon, my brother and I would die...
Author's Note (con't.)-The quotes I used were from Shakespeare's RICHARD III. They are exactly (or as close to) the way they were in the play. So don't sue me! I am giving credit to the great Shakespeare!
So...how'd I do? Did I bring out the young prince's thoughts well? I know it was a little sad...sadder if you knew that he was only 12 when he died (according to Shakespeare...but I won't get into that...). Please review and tell me what you thought. Thanks.