The Awaited Agony : Beauty and the Beast A Gothic Etymology

"Sprouted upfront in a flaw I breathe,
Chains dwell whispering friction…
A midst of flesh, the marrow weak,
A copper armor aged to distinction…”

Awaited, in patience the petal wept,
Blistering usher in a frozen extent...
Slitting past the blossom a tear crept,
The withered land, impatience pretends...

Torn ‘Neath a rubble of vengeance,
The blade of slumber bruised its heart...
Chants of agony in sheer diligence,
The worm crept naked upon the bark...

Figments of a dream bruised to applaud,
Asleep in a reverie the villager snarled...
Scouring the claw raping the flesh apart,
Trembled in agony life sped disarmed...

The meat melted torn ’Neath the linen,
In a spree its eye shot a chanted glimpse...
Christened with flowers in a moon’s prism,
Stung to a dream she shivered a hymn...

Lost for the moment in a charm it drooled,
Seek what is desired, may it be a grim...
Stench of the kill, painted the meat all nude,
Blood with the moon shined akin...

Sour was the lust spilled on a page of stains,
The pupil strolled to seek a glitch of taint...
The haze bled to an urge for a golden grain,
Fear slit the symphony of awaken vain...

A hum of anxiety frayed in the vein of a mule
The steal was written in elixir for the pledge...
The steed sped naked as her moan fed the dew,
A chant frayed the death of cupid on the hedge...

The gates slit apart in a paradox of lunacy
The lantern drooled upon the brittle wrath...
The alter murmured in a lust-stung odyssey
An angle wept naked upon a maggot’s trap...

"Why forsake this night?", plead in a shiver did she,
"Why forsake this night, o’ wretched beast??"
"Worthy am I of such torment, 0’ judge my plea"
"why forsake this night, 0’ wretched beast???"