Anon,a kid with a smile wide as the sky
and to his parents he was their shining star
praising and spoiling him, like they had no other child
Anelith, only older in few years
was the child they wished they never had
Begging for praise and love, and only to be ignored
like they had no affection
his love twisted itself into hatred, for the one he thought was responsible for his misery
blinded with hate, took off with his brother into the woods
The deeper they went the quieter it got until not a sound could be heard
Not far from them a song,breaking the silence
echoing throughout the woods in a melodious
voice could be heard
like from all the rumors they had heard
The 'song of death' as the villagers called it
a folklore the elders would tell
to put the children on their slumber deep
the nightmarish tell that once was true
still scare people to this age for it still is

The younger ran deeper into the woods panicked,the older couldn't move a muscle
seeing a figure slowly creeping out the shadows tall as a giant,leaning towards him the figure swallowed the boy whole

The no one ever saw the kids again
The parents mourn for their loss
as they had loss their child
they made one tomb to remember their shining star while they had already forgotten
other one