The White Mansion of House Bellor

Mr. Sparrow walks slowly up the hill,

A lily in hand, he gasps for air,

he reaches the old oak tree,

Slowly the wind caresses his hair.

With glassy eyes he takes a look below,

the good old town, the same old streets,

a slow violin, dark piano strings, the cello,

He turns the gaze, he blinks and a tear drops.

His hair is gray, his face wrinkled, he is alone,

his heart weighs dark and heavy forever more,

his eyes are fixed on the far side, way up north.

The Abandoned Mansion of Lady Belle Belor.

A tall white house and pointy roof,

a lonely yard with so tall grass you couldn't see,

inside the spires at just one meter deep,

what lied inside inside the door with horses' hooves.

The broken windows would tell bystanders to walk away, the smudged white boards would tell the town it's out of date. The kids that play, they would not stray, in that direction for cold the breeze is when the wind from there would sway.

A chilly tune plays at the heart of Mr. Sparrow,

his breath pauses for tears to fall,

he is close to finally getting it, to understand.

Why he's lived a life as if pierced by a dark arrow.

The fog of memory surrounds his mind and gives us vision, a time ago where wheat would grow as a competition. Little Sparrow and Lily Bellor would play around while farmers sow, the sun would give blessed warmth that let all grow.

Simple the time, simple the people,

children outside while men at work,

women raise children and tend the homes,

While Lily Bellor and Sparrow play, Sparrow the little.

All tend to their lives, except Belle Belor,

tall and white woman, her hair is black,

her bloodied instruments bring the last stupor,

to a once lost wanderer, his mind now forever blank.

She lost the first to a tragic accident, she prayed so much to God above for a great miracle.

She lost the second not before long and oh the ruin, she prayed to Satan and became bitter, there is no hearing.

Bitter and mad, she birthed Lily to life,

without noticing the little baby brought so much light. All maids and workers would tell her the girl's so sweet, but Belle Belor would think herself in utter defeat.

As time went by, little Lily just played outside, white as a snowflake and tender as cotton sweet, she met a lad whose heart was tall, his eyes were green, the little lad would jump so far as gave the feet. It was a bliss for everyone the two should meet.

Played so happy, two little kids, a joyous time.

While workers worked, and time went slow for them to strive.

The growing town was getting better that was for sure. Till break of dawn of descended sins from sky above.

The little kids were tight asleep in the tree house, the workers built for little Lily who was alone, then maddened screams came running down, way down the road.

The crazy Belle, from laughter to yells,

shouting about this and that, who is to tell.

She cursed the boy and grabbed the girl with swift lunacy. Little Sparrow couldn't do much against her strength, and little Lily could only cry at her insanity.

As dark above, so was below, the light could not have pierced, the darkest clouds so thick to blow, as if God had banned his sight from the woman's sin.

Little Sparrow ran and ran, his tears not far, he went for dad, he went for mom and they were fast. They would protect the cutest girl no matter what.

They came to pass the yard in front the great white mansion, by the trimmed grass, a swing unswung, a wooden horse and two grey tombstones.

Mama spelled the name of Christ for bad she felt, Papa walked in front, his mind prepared.

Little Sparrow could hear the screams below, her little Lily crying for help oh please oh God.

Swift the steps and then the cushion, of red the liquid which covered the stairs of bodies unknown. Christ almighty! the parents swore,

Little Sparrow could not bear to look.

With heart of gut, the three moved on, out of strong fear for little Lily of House Bellor.

As down they went the smell just thickened, bodies of workers, the good old dog, the flames just flickered.

In basement come, two corpses around the table ahead. One green and one grey, the husbands long dead, and Belle Belor now holding Lily above their heads.

Black candles elsewhere, dark magic in all sense, the crazy woman continued to cast her spell.

Papa went for the head, with shovel laid bare,

Mama said the verses to counter the spell,

Little Sparrow went for Lily, lest she was felled,

but none could explain the following verse.

Swift the knife went, swift the blood fell, and little Lily's body in the air was bent. Papa hit Belle, Mother just fell, inside her body a battle had just commenced. Sparrow couldn't tell, what action to take, as Belle just laughed with language from Hell.

"The fool did it can't you tell!?" a powerful voice resonated from within Belle.

Papa kept hitting, his eyes firmly closed, his heart couldn't bear the sight of the woman swelled.

Belle's thin figured deformed, black veins on her forehead, the symbol of a star formed on her bald head. Her body all twisted in inhuman manner, to think she once was Lady Belle of Belor Manor.

Sparrow closed in Lily's body, now flat on the floor, his tears ran so fast he felt his cheeks cold, he grabbed her with strength and held her so close, he felt as her life was there no more.

"Don't worry, Little Sparrow" said Lily as a ghost "We'll forever be friends, come and I'll tell you more" Sparrow in despair asked the when and the where, he couldn't believe his friend was now gone. "Come by the tree at the hill, where we had our house of love, when you are close to sleep, when your body gets old".

Papa bent the head of the woman demon now all broken, Mama didn't wake up, her soul was now forsaken. Belle was dragged to hell, by committing sacrilege she was now banned forever, to be tortured eternally by the dark king way below the heavens.

Lily's ghost was gone and Sparrow grayed forever, to grow as cold and shut never to get warmer. Papa died from sadness, his soul was sent to heaven.

The town never spoke of what transpired that black dawn, all the people lost, their souls forever gone. Madness of a sin that even God didn't want to see, were black clouds brought the darkest dawn yet to be seen.

As time went by, people forgot about the mansion, stories came and stories went but no one neared it. The sole one soul who'd ever walked to the white tomb, a grey old man, with cane in hand and heart of stone.

A simple rock that stated 'Lily', the ground around so neatly cleaned and with white lilies.

A little stone, a memoir so cold for a soul to bear, the darkest memory of  two bright souls that never were.

Sparrow opens his old eyes with tears, back to the hill, his breath is short, the time is near.

To live a life without the joy without the bliss of truly living, a promise a child withheld at cost unending.

"I'm here Lily" the old man wept, his hands intertwined, his voice trembling.

"I know you are" he heard somewhere and his spirit shifted.

"It's been so long" he cried out loud, his soul was aching.

"You kept your promise for so long, the heavens praise you it's so fulfilling. The angels chant your name across the clouds above, your mom was spared, your father's there and I'm here to take you"

Sparrow wept, his heart rejoiced as he if he was that little child playing on the yellow meadows, none could ever tell that a child could bear this heavy burden. And he was spared and he was saved as he did keep his honor.

Or so is told one of the many tales...of the White Mansion of the House Bellor.