Within the Master’s Eyes: A Beauty and the Beast poem
The rose was stolen, broken and torn
But it is for my life that they mourn
The Beast in anger did take freedom fair
Life in his castle I shall have to bear
For father’s sake I gave all that I had
I would give it again and still be glad
Life and death are meaningless in this place
A cursed home and wretched soul fallen from grace
Kindness and joy, to my surprise
I find within the master’s eyes
Hope that glimmers through the rain
I see an end to this forsaken pain
A Beast, truly he may be
But friend and companian I also see
The hours do move at a pleasant pace
I sit in a gown made of satin and lace
He bids good-night with words of life
In sadness I must refuse to be his wife
Time passes on, he asks me to stay
No longer a prisoner, with no debt to pay
I promised I would but asked one request
That I should go home, to put my father’s mind at rest
Freedom he gave me but with sadness of voice
He pleaded I not forget him when making my choice
I returned home, my family did give a feast
My mind started to wander and I forgot the poor Beast
Dreams of a garden filled up my mind
A fallen creature in the roses I would find
Finally in worry I ran through the dark
Fearful of what I would find on that mark
There he lay, the Beast, near death
I prayed he not die, that I might hear his breath
I whispered to his lifless form
That he should live through this storm
“Do not leave me,” I whispered to the heavens above
“For it is you that I love”
Magic rained down, like new fallen snow
The face of my Beast, bright in the glow
In moments my Beast was gone without a trace
A handsome young man stood in his place
In fear and sorrow I turned away
“Beauty it is me,” the prince, he did say
With wonder I looked again at his face
And saw the eyes of my friend, full of grace
I kissed him without a fear in the least
Knowing that he was truly my Beast
And so ends my tale with joy and laughter
For we lived happily ever after
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