on the west wing of the castle
inside the master's room
lies a sturdy table
with a pink rose in bloom.
a beast watches over the fragile rose
cared for it so much
that it hurts
because he does not hold the sands of time
and as each petal falls
so does his chance.
the chance to tell that he values it so much
even though the rose is untouched.
the rose has its thorns, yes -
but she cannot change things for the beast's sake.
the stone and the glass
as the rose and beast are called.
yet the rose declares she's not!
the beast is an ice cold water -
she may not see the ice but
she can feel the cold.
the beast unable to change what the oracle proclaimed,
the rose - grateful for the given attention -
can only do the same:
to wait.
pygmalion was served best
when his galatea held her first breath
- is a different story.
reality sees the truth.
the beast is not for the rose
because
a servant of lady artemis
does not love
like lovers do. #
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