Belle
I knelt in the dirt of the old, empty room
Watching him carry my father away
Without a word of Goodbye
His clawed fingers gripped the candle stick
As we wandered through halls and wings
East, not West
Sliding my eyes from torn paintings to broken floors
Until we came upon a door and he trapped me there
I fought, I struggled, I wept, I cried
I would not join him for dinner
I wandered through that forbidden wing
To the flower that hung there
I reached out to touch it
And he pounced and roared in my ear
I feared him
- Oh how I feared him
I ran, barefoot into the crumbling snow
Through the dark
Through the wood
Into the lair of the wolf
Rip, tear, blood, sweat and tooth
The wolf lay dead at the foot of the creature
My creature
My man
And I took him home
Bathed his wounds and combed his hair
We played games
He was less evil when I was not afraid of him
Although others were
I would have never forgiven him if it wasn't for the books
Shelf upon Shelf, Row upon Row
Fiction –
Tales with happy endings
I read him the stories, curled up in his fur;
It was cold in that great house
I even danced with him, once
Or there would have been no occasion to wear that golden dress
He bended, he moulded for me
And when he loved me he let me go
And I ran
Home over hill and fen
Ran, way back then
But a man was hammering at my door
Handsome, cocky
This monster had flesh and cold eyes
So I ran back to my man, my monster, my creature
Because he would protect me
Save me from all those men who storm castle gates,
Outside barred walls,
And he died to see me
But I tricked that rose, the glass
So he would shield me from men –
Give a woman peace
For honestly,
Who could learn to love a Beast?