they asked is anyone home

when her heart turned ancient Rome

the empire in her eyes 

burned down in a fortnight

that's how long it took

to turn the pretty Maiden into a Rook

her cherry red coat repeatedly tatter-torn

while the Huntsmen gathered close

she dreamt of carrion birds

picking at their bones

Words have been lost, for so very long. Found some simple ones, writing impromptu-style, while listening to Noah's lovely tune, on loop ♥  Apologies to Noah for putting a sloppy pen to such beautiful sounds.