Larksong Grotto the haunted palace

backdated to 06.25

once upon a time, a man named Reek had made his home here, among the rocks and the songbirds.

today, his great-granddaughter lie still, near the pool, sent tumbling down by none other than his daughter.

blood spilling blood. and a bloodied girl, in coat and condition. 

o, Reek! look what your children hath wrought.

a lark touches down, just shy of her muzzle, pecking at the sun-baked ground for morsels of food. flies settle on her ribs, insistent, biting. 

the barest breath stirs the dust. 

not enough to rid herself of pests and passers-by,

but enough to go on. 

Larksong Grotto, a chapter in the life of yet another Redtail. 

and the birds, they sing. . .