~~Under The Window~~
A Girl That Was Left At A Brittle Age...
In a pool of moonlight under the window of a church. Dressed in black, with sadness she had written across her own face. Looking for the answer of why she was so sad, wondering if she would see the sun again. Thinking why she was there alone, why no body would ever glance at her. Everything seemed simple when she was by herself dressed in the moonlight. Clear and perfect keeping to herself and talking only to pray. Getting up only lighting a candle, then back under the lonely window which was hers, she knew it. Claimed it awhile ago, never leaving that small room in the church. She was the only one that saw the window for what it really was.
"I pray the Lord my soul to keep, lay me down while angels sleep, if Lord, shall I die before I should wake, give my soul to those who take." muttering under her breath. Hoping that she would leave her window. Her soul as pure and precious as a dove, never to fly away and discover life.
She would hear strangers approach and stop at the door of the little room, slip a wilting rose under it and walk away. They thought she was a lost soul, her soul was still in that room and would be even when she passed. She knew where her soul was, not in her body but in that room. She would die in that room and be left in that room. She had not always been in the church.
Three years ago when she was six, her mother abandoned her and left her with the high priest. She told the priest to never let her out until she was purified. Since then she has never left the room she would always remain in. Simple and perfect under her window. Hoping she would see her mother come back, to get her and be off into the night that would never end. Then it would turn to day and the sun would shine again, the birds would sing and everything would be blessed again.
The church was on a hill in the middle of a swamp, stale and foggy. People would spend a couple of days and cleanse themselves of their sins. The little girl does not know what she had done. She was blindfolded when she had gotten out of the cart and lead into the church. Only when the blindfold was taken off did she see the room and heard the door close forever behind her.
She banged on the door for days crying for her mother, wanting out of the prison she had become a part of. Never getting an answer or even a voice to hear and to be company for someone. She finally gave up after a long while. Sat quietly in the middle of the room. Seeing the window only to look at the stars, she knew the moon could hear her cries and started to pray to it. Moon or stars it did not matter anymore, perfect meant nothing if she could not see the sun again.
Opening the window to smell the mist and wax from the candles in the swamp. Tiny candles were lit and put in the swamp for those who had passed in the church trying to purify themselves of their demons. She had counted every single one over and over again. There were 285 candles floating restlessly on the calm water. She would only be the 286th one, another added to the crowd. Not important, just another soul to add to the mess and despite the questions she had, they would never get answered or heard.
In the moonlight under the window.... Forever to be, never found.
"I pray the Lord my soul to keep, lay me down while angels sleep, if Lord, shall I die before I should wake, give my soul to those who take." muttering under her breath. Hoping that she would leave her window. Her soul as pure and precious as a dove, never to fly away and discover life.
She would hear strangers approach and stop at the door of the little room, slip a wilting rose under it and walk away. They thought she was a lost soul, her soul was still in that room and would be even when she passed. She knew where her soul was, not in her body but in that room. She would die in that room and be left in that room. She had not always been in the church.
Three years ago when she was six, her mother abandoned her and left her with the high priest. She told the priest to never let her out until she was purified. Since then she has never left the room she would always remain in. Simple and perfect under her window. Hoping she would see her mother come back, to get her and be off into the night that would never end. Then it would turn to day and the sun would shine again, the birds would sing and everything would be blessed again.
The church was on a hill in the middle of a swamp, stale and foggy. People would spend a couple of days and cleanse themselves of their sins. The little girl does not know what she had done. She was blindfolded when she had gotten out of the cart and lead into the church. Only when the blindfold was taken off did she see the room and heard the door close forever behind her.
She banged on the door for days crying for her mother, wanting out of the prison she had become a part of. Never getting an answer or even a voice to hear and to be company for someone. She finally gave up after a long while. Sat quietly in the middle of the room. Seeing the window only to look at the stars, she knew the moon could hear her cries and started to pray to it. Moon or stars it did not matter anymore, perfect meant nothing if she could not see the sun again.
Opening the window to smell the mist and wax from the candles in the swamp. Tiny candles were lit and put in the swamp for those who had passed in the church trying to purify themselves of their demons. She had counted every single one over and over again. There were 285 candles floating restlessly on the calm water. She would only be the 286th one, another added to the crowd. Not important, just another soul to add to the mess and despite the questions she had, they would never get answered or heard.
In the moonlight under the window.... Forever to be, never found.
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