Ostium

The Streamlet

"The streamlet now is frozen, The nightingales are fled, The cornfields are deserted, And every rose is dead. I sit beside my lonely fire, and pray for wisdom yet for calmness to remember or courage to forget. And the sound of the men, echo through the walls telling there stories of the loved ones they had lost" The verses echoed through the empty house, bouncing off the walls until the sound was interrupted by a blare of small burst of static. Then there is a sound of grinding gears turning and churning so loud it sounded like a herd stampeding cattle.

The house started to shake for a few moments then stopping suddenly, then from the small gramophone in the center of the living area came the sound of sweet music "I sat beside the streamlet, I watched the water flow, as we together watched it one little year ago; The soft rain pattered on the leaves, the April grass was wet, Ah! folly to remember; T is wiser to forget...." The song continues in sweet melodies and tones still the sounds echoed off the dark walls and bounced from room to room, filling the house with the beautiful music. From under doors of the hallways stood only small shadows of light casting small glimmers into the hallway revealing the small particles of dust that floated in the air like a fog.

Not a single wall of the mansion is left bare all holding a painting of men or woman all in dresses and suites fringed at the neck. Each man and woman in the picture stood in front of the same background and held the same items A fireplace peaked out from behind the men and woman and a red chair lined with sliver and wood. In there hands there where 2 items, In the left a cat dark and gray its eyes always fixed on the same position, and in the other a white box. Even in the painting the almost marble like box seamed to shine a light blue green color.