Katharine

Dress made of cotton
A breath of cologne
She waited by the window
She sat quite alone

All around her
The gargoyles flew
Scarlet and purple
And olive and blue

She sat and she feared,
And her fear birthed an act.
Her castle was left,
When the statues were cracked.

On the walls of the castle
Six statues await
The closing of cloudbanks
Below Wyvern's gates.