Poems and Short Stories

Thorns And Horns

Thorns And Horns
(Beauty And The Beast)

The beast is inside him, always had and always will
Always on the brink of madness, raging and burning
The ringing of the deafening silence, calm and still
Shackles that held him for so long are now weakening

What feels like eternity of silence will shatter
Along with the shackles, his roar will be heard aloud
It could be better or worse, certainly the latter
Only the merciless will rule and heads will be bowed

Outside the prison of hatred, lies the rose garden
In the deepest and darkest there is a single rose
In its full bloom, in between the town and the beast's den
In its place, near the beast, no one dares to ever come close

Protected by the security of its sharp thorns
The hue of blood that it has also hides a malice
The innocence of its bloom covers the pained mourns
Those who dare to tarnish it are fools who are fearless

The rose's scent lingers in the den's vicinity
And it made the beast go wild in its menacing state
He happily welcomes the smell's familiarity
It calls out to him but he's no fool for easy bait

However, for once, he wants to succumb to the rose
The rose seeks solace in the company of the beast
They are alike; cold, distant and solitude they chose
At last they found home in thorns of rose and horns of beast.