The Beast in the Garden
they whispered tales of fangs and fur
of monstrous claws that waited there
but none would speak the whispered truth--
the beast was not the one they feared
her eyes were dark, her smile sweet
a girl who walked with silent feet
but roses died where she would tread
their petals black, their fragrance dead
the castle doors were locked in vain
she strolled inside, she spoke his name
her fingers traced along his jaw
and in his throat, she felt the claw
"you poor lost thing," she softly sighed
and pulled him close, her lips a lie
his heart was hers, a trembling spark
she kissed it deep—then tore apart
the beast was gone, the curse was too
but Beauty stayed, her hunger grew
she took his throne, she wore his skin
and lured more fools to wander in
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