Writer's Wednesday || The Beast and the Queen

The Beast and the Queen

Once there was a girl

With her head in the clouds

And once there was a boy

Whose heart cried out

This boy was a beast

Who refused to be seen

But the girl was royal

And blood-born queen

She lived in a kingdom

Within the mountain snow

He lived in a mansion

Where no flower could grow

One day the girl came down

To find this common born

She came down to the beast

To mend his heart that was torn

And she said,

I see your heart

Do you see mine?

I don’t mind your scars

Do you mind mine?

Her eyes shone like silver

Her skin glowed like gold

But the beast hid away

His form gnarled and old

In truth he was afraid

Of what this girl would think

He loved her pretty face

And her cheeks rosy pink

The shadows grew over him

Like weeds on a dry well

He shrank away in fear

His heart courage quelled

The girl searched the hills

Cast her eyes upon the land

When she at last found the beast

She extended her hand

And she said,

I see your heart

Do you see mine?

I don’t mind your scars

Do you mind mine?

The beast raised his head

When these words fell on his ears

And when he saw the queen

Her cheeks were wet with tears

Slowly, his cloak of shadows

Fell away into the wind

The girl watched him rise

And her lips spread to a grin

The light caught his features

The beast’s hideous wolf face

He studied the queen’s eyes

For a sign of disgust, a trace

But all he saw was wonder,

And innocent love within

She smiled like the dawn

And grasped his hand then

And she said,

I know your heart

Do you know mine?

You’re full of scars

But so am I

The words were like lights

Pulling away the last shadows

The beast raised himself tall

When he suddenly glowed

Magic swept him in an embrace

The curse gone forever

His skin become bronze

And his eyes shone silver

The young queen held him

Happiness in her face

As the morning sun caught them

Shedding away all disgrace

A journey back to the kingdom

And they were together wed

A king and the queen now

Who both now said

I love your heart,

And you love mine.

I know your scars,

And you know mine.

~The Scribbler in the Attic