Rose and The Beast

Another Night

The night was cold,

I walked out the door.

This place felt so old,

Out on the moor. 

I saw this sheet,

Only on this little piece.

The snow crunched beneath my feet,

I tread lightly. 

A woman was there ,

A woman smiling brightly.

"You finally came here."

A voice so comely 

"No tis you who finally came."

She had found this place once so homely ,

Only to simply fade oh so slowly.  

This was just another night,

In another time that is long gone to me now.

I am an old man, 

Still sitting on moor.

The rose bush is finally blooming. 

So my love the beast will be coming once more.