Tuesday, 30 August 2011


He offered her beauty
and she knew the value of beauty,
so she accepted.
She thought that she had changed him,
that the animal had sloughed off
with the shape he had worn.
But even her beauty faded
and his beast remained –
she remembered that heavy step
from her first nights in the castle,
now creaking the stairs leading
to her daughter’s bedchamber.

copyright (c) 2003 and 2011 Daniel J. Bishop

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