Somewhere there is a hill and on that hill grows a
willow tree. There's a simple white stone on that hill, put there to honor a person
unknown to the world, but loved by her friends. She died on this hill, did so in the arms
of the one she loved more then life itself.
The stone is covered in vines now, but there are
always roses on the grave which it guards.
Hey there. The woman whispers as she looks down,
clutching the roses in her hand as the black cloak flaps back in the gentle breeze,
‘I still miss you’.
She kneels down on the cold ground and lays down
the roses, she then reaches into her cloak and then places a green pebble on the stone.
‘We're doing okay.’ Tears run down pale
cheeks as a lock of hair blows into her eyes.
They're all hanging in there moving on. A gentle
smile forms on red lips.
I'm a godmother now and her name is Elisabeth,
just like you. She closes her eyes as her mind wanders back through the years.
‘I love you. Promise me you'll never leave
me.’
‘Everyone leaves.’
‘What's so funny?’
‘Stop it that tickles...’
‘I hope I'm not interrupting.’
She looks up at a tall man with dark hair resting
against the willow.
“Why are you here?”
Standing up her red hair gets caught in the gentle
wind of spring.
“To pay my respects to a friend.”
There is flicker of sadness in blue eyes as the
man walks over to the stone.
“She was no friend of yours.” There is
anger in the already sad green eyes as she speaks.
“She was as much my friend as your lover
Red.” He states as has he places a black flower on the ground.
There is silence for awhile.
“Why did she do it Spike?” She asks as
the tears return.
“For you Red it was all done for you.”
He looks down at the stone and sighs.
“You didn't come to the wedding.” She
asks as she turns towards the sun.
“Did have time, to busy carrying on the
legacy she bestowed on me.” The sunlight flickers across his sharp features.
“I heard of it, she, she would have been
proud,” she says as she wipes the tears away and he offers her a handkerchief.
“What have you done with your live Red?”
He asks as they start walking down the hill.
“This and that, mostly grieving and
learning.”
They both turn around for a final glimpse of the
hill and the willow. From atop of the stone a young blond woman smiles at them, but
neither see her.
“I'm gone love, but I still watch over
you.” The ghost whispers before disappearing into the sun.
He looks down at her, the red hair glowing in the
sun. He speaks in soft tones. “I wish I could have what you had. If only for a
moment.”
She looks up at him and smiles it's a mixture of
sadness and joy at the memories. “You will Spike, one day.”
He smiles back down at her.
The hill is there still, the stone and the willow
tree and it's said that if you go there when the sun is just right you'll see two young
women, one with flaming red hair and the other golden blond, sitting on top of an old
stone under the willow, smiling in eternal love and if you clean away the vines you'll see
two names, Elisabeth and Willow. Then maybe, just maybe, if you're
lucky you'll catch a glimpse of the man who guards
the land in which the hill rests. His name is lost now, but some say it was once William.