Lia

LaLaurie house of slaves with it's beauty of grand parlors that glowed with hundreds of candles to light your way while guest dined and danced, lived the Creole lady Madame LaLaurie. It was graced with carved iron work and mahogany doors of carved flowers that adorned the majestic home with it's small alleyway. She was known as the most beautiful women of New Orleans with porcelain skin and hair of fine silk, who entrusted her slave Lia to brush each night as she listened to the waters of the Mississippi river sway. Lia of only twelve would humbly brush each strand of locks until one night it caught upon a knot. With the whip in hand and in a fit of rage she chased Lia to the roof top of it's polished ledge. Lia being so fearful of her wrath and the striking of the whip plunged to her death in the shadows of the dimness night. With never a scream only the last gasp of life, her mind on a freedom she longed and dreamed. She's now resting among the flowers and vines beneath a Cypress Tree that gently brushes her somber grave. Creeping and crawling over walls and paths of stone broken vines spike deep Silence weeps farewell as blossoms sleep deep at night tranquil Lia now blooms Contest Sponsored by: Lin Lane ' A House in New Orleans' 1/18/2016 Placed 4th