Beauty and the Beast.

It had dreams of warmth and comfort
by a lady
that one source of affection
between the beast and decay.
dreams lost when.
woken up.
by selfish deeds of kin
turmoil in mind
silient cries
intwine.
the roaring tautuku
echos time
spoken to
whislting past, to slow,
unheard
just a chill
on bone
oh lady
forgive
the beast
with its burdens.
Beast maybe,
but love is true,
It weeps,
the sound of a wolf
no pack to hunt
soothed by roaring sounds.
cried to decay
It trust not one
for all it lost
it trust not you
reluctantly,
Lady, Beauty, Love of his.
With pain,
more anguish, with bitter twist
better descrbed,
how past echos cry
in that poor beasts mind.
it loves you
it loves you
that beast with burden of kind.