In the Graveyard

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In the Graveyard

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In the Graveyard
If you walk down to the graveyard, and stroll for a little while, i'm sure you'll come across a very special child. Her hair is of ravens feathers black, her skin a creamy white. Her eyes shine like emeralds, and her limbs are slim, and spider like. She threads her way through tombstone after tombstone, leaving roses in her wake.
A shifting shadow slips along at her side, some say it is a horse, lanky and emaciated, others have seen her holding a small rabbit, in desperate need of a good bath. A few say they hear the bleating of a goat along with her tinkling peals of laughter. Even more say they see a decrepit wolf dogging her heels.
She sung sweet music to the dead, and talked to them. Those who saw her always thought she were a little daft. Who could love the dead more than she? They didn't want to stop her, because she kept the dead happy. Keeping the dead happy is the surest way to keep them resting.
Such regards the magi had for their dearly beloved pets, they would bury them beside their owners grave, or even in a section all it's own. And as such, the young girl even tended to the pets graves. She kept each tombstone shining like polished marble in the moonlight, kept the soft grass short, and let the flowers grow.
One day a man passing the graveyard on his way home from work saw the little girl. He was new in town and nobody told him about the little girl in the graveyard. He called out to her, but she ignored him. Or maybe she couldn't hear him. Never the less, he went into the graveyard after her.
"Little girl, where's your mother? Why are you playing in the graveyard?" He put a gentle hand on her shoulder. She turned and looked at him with her massive green eyes, blinking in confusion. Her skin felt a little cold to the touch, but it was late October, that much was to be expected.
"Little girl, what's your name? Would you like to come with me to find your mum?" Again she just starred at him, cocking her head to the side, as if she couldn't understand him. He groaned inwardly. He took her hand, and tried to lead her out of the graveyard. She went with him, til he got to the gate. The iron wrought gate slammed shut, locking her inside. The man was stunned.
"Little girl! don't worry, I'll come in and get you," He said, trying to calm the girl, who was in no way upset. She simply turned and walked away, a playful spring in her step. He watched as she disappeared into the innumerable tombstones, placing bright red roses on each one, before moving on and maybe brushing away a spiders web, or dusting off the top.
The man ran to the nearest tavern, as it was known for it's kind characters, and starting saying there was a girl trapped in the graveyard. Many of the men sprung to their feet and when the man was asked who she was he had to answer he didn't know.
The men sat back a little. They asked what she looked like. When he described her the men just shock their heads and laughed gently.
The man was more then a little annoyed. Why did they think it was so funny? Miffed, he walked out and went back to the graveyard. He began to look for the girl. By the time the moon was overhead, he hand't found hide nor hair of her. He'd caught glimpses afterwards, and even heard her story, but he never quite found her again.
If he had looked a little harder he would have found a small tombstone in the corner of the graveyard. The weeds were overgrown, and the once polished stone was now crumbling in a state of decay. One could still read pieces of it. It read "Our darling Rose, a once lively and loving daughter, we hope you spread your flowers in heaven".
And had he looked a little harder he would have found a little girl crying behind the neglected plot, tracing the words on the tombstone, aching for the parents that had forgotten her.
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