Insolent Royalty

The well was dry beside the door
our hearts spilled on the kitchen floor
their voices screamed and yelled galore
in the cracked and twisted ruby ore

The fire was dim, the cottage dark
when the bloody arrow met its mark
soon whites of eyes became quite stark
loathing strain of cracking ark

He watched her from the bottom stair
as she fell further from the lair
her words escaped and joined the air
a sweet goodbye was whispered ere

The men gave thanks themselves that night
then prayed by weak and sorry light
when the leader smirked and took his bite
Satisfaction of cruel delight.