Beastly Fiction

Rotting away into madness.

Slaying into one’s dreams.

Cursing away into a shallow melancholia

Surfacing at least once, in bitter streams

 

A small rose, belonging to the beast

Beauty turns a nod once every red moon

 

“Take this rose in exchange for shelter from the bitter cold”

“Go away!”

 

As he is turned away, the rose looks up

An imaginary smile but there was a real embrace.

 

“Thank you for letting me in”

Beauty welcomed the beast after all

 

The passive surface of two minds is his domain

The words uttered did not remain

It kept him still

Two souls entered melancholia

The world now went in for the kill

 

Sudden silence caught his pace

All his flaws reached him now

Sudden minds pierced him silly

The fell did see as they won the race

 

As his utter silence did cry out

She kept her book and sang oblivious

A hidden parchment in her thoughts

Crumpled language here and about

As the claws hustled back in control

Anger steady, suffering still did behold

In between his fingers, rested a red soul

Terrified of the invisible anguish

Quietly feeling the same noisy toll

“Why?”

A silent question

The little overseer lay in wonder

His silent pat displayed his hidden answer

 

As she started a new story

A distant fiction shed it’s glory

 

 

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