Waiting in the dark unable to rest,
a nightmare at best.
A predator the beast
unsuspected in the least
What is happening Beauty wonders,
what can she do?
Does anybody know? Can anyone tell?
How can she escape this living hell?
Angel of God, my guardian dear…
Beast appears again, her worst fear.
She runs in her mind to a place far away
while Beast ravishes his prey.
But the prince never comes
so the hell lingers on…
and Beast never regrets
but Beauty never forgets.
By Gail C. McPeake