Laura's Poetry Chronicles - Part 4

Valentine's Night

If some wolf, witch, or warlock ambushes a beauty in her riding hood,
They ought to pray that her beast is not in the dark woods
But as fearsome as a beast would be,
There is something special in him his beauty can see
Just one look into those tiffany blue eyes
And she forsakes all other knights after moonrise
A full moon may be the werewolf's howl at night
And a new moon may be a tulip ruffled in fright,
But the waxing crescent shall be the dusk for the two
As their Valentine's Night begins under a fiery hue

A tranquil stroll through the illuminated town
His burnt maroon suit and her dusty rose gown
They hear a noble wood dragon roar loud and clear
From where water rabbits had their pool party last year
The beauty's beast will always be her noble knight,
Even when she is shivering a tunnel before she sees a light
Out of the tunnel and in a wide-open space,
She holds his hand with a glittery smile on her face
And look what appears to be somehow out of bounds!
The entrance to what would be quite a miracle beneath the ground!

The waitress takes their orders at Table Number Twenty-Four
And leaves a shimmering saffron trail on a job she adores
Within the underground diner's enchanting appeal,
Two bowls of heart-shaped pasta shall be their main meal
Some of the finest cuisine crafted by diligent fairies
For a beast under Aquarius and his beauty under Aries,
Starting with two duets of prawns kissing on a stick
On a night time equivalent of a Valentine's Day picnic
The beast considers coke the ideal ice cold drink
And his beauty sticks to apple juice so sweetly pink

Listening to one another on their russet and gilver seats,
Their love is still blooming in one of these romantic retreats
A candy apple red rose in a vase between the two,
Along with a few violets so purplish blue
A single mildly scented candle in its small jar
With its flame beaming like the light of a single star
The beauty takes a glimpse at the diamond of her ring,
Wondering when her beast will become the new king
After all, she has been his queen for eight years
And he was the often one to shoo away her fears

The starter and the main course were an ideal feast
For the dark-haired beauty and her darling beast
And for dessert, candy pink waffles shaped like hearts
That are even sweeter than a queen's strawberry tarts
With a drizzle of syrup and a blob of whipped cream
To satisfy a sweet tooth on a date of dreams
But what is even sweeter than the treat to the beauty
Is her love for her beast, especially during times off duty
Both the beauty and the beast pay for the good food
As they both relish in a shared Valentine's mood

Back outside in the bliss of the post-Winter breeze,
The beast and his beauty pace past peach blossom trees
The arch of carnations as purely white as tonight's stars
Summoned like what can be cast by the power of a grimoire
The final flower that bloomed in the nightly bliss
Is nothing more than a single tender goodbye kiss
Before the sweet dreams of one another after midnight,
Along with two cream-coloured owls' pre-mating flight
Thankful for all your love and care,
I love you, my Tommy bear!