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
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