Rock a bye baby
On the tree top
Oh how I loathed that song which my mother had once sang to me. He sweet kind voice which used to show she cared showed she loved me. It was now bitter and full of hate towards everyone. She no longer cared for her only son. Now the song drifted through the wind haunting me. Reminding me of the smile that used to grace my mothers lips when she sang. When she was once full of so much happiness…
When the wind blows
The cradle will rock
The song haunts me forever now, the taunting of the wind carrying its gentle words around my mind. Almost human, but never quiet living. I lick my lips to stop them from cracking, my voice already has. I no longer whisper and sing softly with my mother, my cold deep voice I try never to use in case it would take away her song. Although I hated it, I needed it to remind me…
I hadn't spoken at all since my mother turned completely cold last year, when my father had been captured and taken away to the cold dark cells of Azkaban prison. He took away her laughter, her joy and now he'd taken her totally, along with him to the deep cells where even the softest cry echoed around you, but never escaped. No one except you could hear your own soft cries.
When the bow breaks
The cradle will fall
I looked over the edge. It wasn't too far down; it couldn't hurt just to jump. It was just like playing as a child. Being a small baby with its mother watching happily. I jumped.
And down will come baby
Cradle and all…
He crashed into the icy cold water, down deeper into the rocks which stabbed through his heart keeping him a child forever more. With memories of his mother singing softly to him.
Blood red surrounded where he'd jumped to the sea and now it stayed there forever rippling over Gregory Goyle's ocean grave. Though no tears were shed from his mother… she was already dead. He'd killed her. Stopped her from being so cold. He'd made her sing to him one last time before she was forever left to slumber in death. Now the only tears shed were of Greg's lover and soul mate, Vincent, who never quiet understood the obsession with the strange and haunting lullaby…
A/n It's short and not all that great but it just came to my head... Do review and tell me what you think anyway :P