A thing of untold beauty, that is what she was.
From the first moment he had heard her sob, he had known.
They had called him cruel and uncaring. They didn't know the way that his heart had bled, watching her cry in misery and grief.
But the Ghost inside of him knew what to do.
"Stop crying child." He murmured, safe from his spot behind the mirror.
The cries were still there loud enough she hadn't heard him, and he felt his heart break.
What could make a child so sad? He thought to himself, vaguely despairing because he didn't know what to do.
Nothing can be made better by crying. He knew that well. So whatever had made her so sad was going to continue to make her upset.
There wasn't anything he could do. If he walked out and tried to comfort her, she would scream and run away. He smiled humorlessly at the visual, and tried to think. What would make her calm down?
She started to bawl harder, the cries wracking through her body making a pitiful sight. He didn't think, just acted, and just sung.
Lullaby and good night, with roses bedight
With lilies o'er spread is baby's wee bed
Lay thee down now and rest, may thy slumber be blessed
Lay thee down now and rest, may thy slumber be blessed
The girl had gasped at the first word, and looked around for who had sung.
Lullaby and goodnight, thy mother's delight
Bright angels beside my darling abide
They will guard thee at rest, thou shalt wake on my breast
They will guard thee at rest, thou shalt wake on my breast
Now his voice was having the affect he had wished, and he saw her body start to relax. It almost disturbed him how quickly his voice could work with a person. He knew it had a hypnotic affect, but he didn't expect to have her calmed down with just two verses. Which is a good thing, since I don't know any more to that song, he thought.
"Now child, why were you crying?" He asked, hoping to keep his voice light and hypnotic.
"My papa..." The girl said, trailing off, a few tears made her way down her cheeks, but he had her too much under his "spell" for her to really dissolve into despair, "He died, and left me here. Now I don't know what to do. He said that he would bring the Angel of Music, but..."
Ah, no family left. That was why she was upset. It must be hard for someone who wasn't quite ten.
"Then who," He asked, hoping his lie would work, "Do you think I am?"
The girl gasped, "Your my angel?"
"Of course," He said, feeling no remorse for the lie.
A/N: I was bored, and didn't want to work on anything else, so this is it. This lullaby was actually written in the 1800s so the times work.