Beauty’s Beast
Hanging hope on garden roses
Licking love from silver spoons
On the run in tundras frozen
Throwing howls at the moon
No true way to leave the castle
Though you came here on your own
Sometimes you are a prisoner
Sometimes you’re on the throne
Though his rugged mange offends you
His venom’s nothing new
Still he keeps you close to him
Beauty is a beast too
Copyright © Kate Phillips | Year Posted 2025
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