Tale of horror
The girl who never spoke a word
died along the road one day.
A sparrow flitted about
anxious yet eager to tell her tale to any who gave her corpse a passing glance.
It was deep winter thus the cold preserved her pretty little face and lithe body.
Many passed her by in the course of several days.
Lawyers and doctors.
Dreamers and poets.
Mourners and parishioners.
Knights and kings.
Sorcerers and specters.
Clergy and scholars.
But none bothered to look beyond the glistening snow banks.
The tiny bird's heart nearly broke
so he flew out one day to a young man with a straggly beard.
"Sir, sir do you care to hear the story of the dead?"
But the man merely swatted him away and carried on down the path.
And so the sparrow did this again but instead to a lady with elegant ribbons strewn through her hair.
"Madam, miss? Will you listen to a frighteningly lovely story rivaling all of the past?"
And she stared down at the little winged creature tears pooling before she rushed away.
The bird exhaust