Heart Of Thorns And Roses

He lurks in the dark like a shunned panther.

In the day he entrances with mirthless banter.

Vicious beauty lies beneath the surface

Of a beast whose motives are not unfound.

He gazes at me in silent rumination,

For I've stolen is one consolation.

His garden is my prison but he doesn't understand

I want nothing more than to leave his land.

Beauty save the beast? She has no heart...

But he took the rose petals; he tore them apart

And from the pieces he made a weapon strong enough to break my heart.

Cover credit : @angelssword