A Sleeping tree awakes to dawn set free,
Pigeons fly to proclaim the sky’s essence...
A caterpillar breathes free to a butterfly with glee,
Beauty flays her hair to the Beast’s relish of floral
fragrance...
‘With Flower Knitted Beads.’
The Beast weeps of the departing flies,
Beauty’s sympathy he felt were lies.
Craving is cupid for her Blessed eyes,
The Beast fails in courage as he recites her smile...
The shadows awoke to crimson that rode down the path,
His Stallion wept
as the leather in pardon captured its wrath...
The Beast watched as much to love that could last,
His palm bled as the thorns relished his lonely grasp...
