White as snow was her skin,
Red as an apple, her lips.
To be called the fairest of them all,
Her birth title.

She was the fairest of them all,
But not the luckiest.
She was a innocent creature, fallen
Victim to all unfortunates.

Like a beautiful bird
Her fate was sealed to be hunted,
To be chased, to hide among theifs and refugees.

Red wasn't her colour,
She was in the end,taken down with the charm of its redness.
The red...