The thing there, see it? I didn't write it. I borrowed it from Brother-Bird from "The Juniper Tree", which can be found in the Brothers Grimm fairytale books. It's part of that story. Lil' brother-bird sings it on the rooftops. Poor kid turned bird.

Enjoy!


My mother killed her little son;

It was a double homocide and one suicide, with one attempted homocide. They'd never seen anything like it before. The only one left was the second boy, the youngest one, lying unconcious beside what was assumed to be his older siblings.

He didn't speak for the first few days, and for two months, he woke screaming in the night for a sister who'd never answer.

My father grieved when I was gone;

They couldn't contact hs father at first, his whereabouts unknown. When they finally got ahold of him, he didn't want the boy. He said his son was already dead and the shell they presented to him he could not love.

Mihael didn't even look up as they took him away again.

My sister loved me best of all;

He talked about his sister to the doctors sometimes, on the days he talked at all. The girl had apparently been his favorite older sibling. He regaled the doctors with stories about the games they'd played, but always, always she was referred to as if she was still alive.

He'd scream if they tried to tell him otherwise.

She laid her kerchief over me,
And took my bones that they might lie

Mihael-they called him Mello now but he refused to answer to that name- would not even get out of bed in the morning without first putting his crucifix on. It had been his sister's, the only thing he'd been able to grab before he'd gone unconcious.

He'd grabbed it from her neck when his mother had yanked him from her with the intent to kill him. Mihael had bit the last person who tried to touch it.

Underneath the juniper-tree

He spent alot of time sitting in the shade caused by the apple tree outside the window of the room he slept in. His room.

He didn't think of it as such.

The apple tree was his favorite place, where he went when it got to be too much, the classes they made him take. He liked to climb the tree and lay in the branches for hours on end if he felt really spiteful. They looked for hours but he was never found when he didn't want to be.

Kywitt, Kywitt, what a beautiful bird am I!

Mihael knew he was beautiful. Mama'd always called him her handsome little boy, her pretty little parakeet. The staff here whispered-he heard them all the time- about how his hair was like gold and his eyes like the sky. They whispered in the halls about this little boy who'd grow up to be a beautiful teenager and beautiful man. The pretty little bird who'd one day grow up, fly away from Wammy's and become a killer of men.

Kywitt, Kywitt, what a beautiful bird am I...

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My mother killed her little son;
My father grieved when I was gone;
My sister loved me best of all;
She laid her kerchief over me,
And took my bones that they might lie
Underneath the juniper-tree
Kywitt, Kywitt, what a beautiful bird am I!


Thanks to HikariDaeron for beta'ing and for whining about the original last line with me. It's her fault I figured out how to end this.

Love you HikaBean. ;3