03-27-2012, 07:58 PM
Hey ^^, I looked around and found that the poem thread was really old. I really like poems and would enjoy having one of these threads up here ^^.
I wrote this poem after seeing the movie "Beauty and the Beast" a while ago.
Beauty and the Beast
Ever growing fangs in body and soul, alone in a dark castle in the forest of death. Fearsome beast, you stalk the halls like shadows of forgotten dreams. Every step you take withers life; every breath you make chills the walls. Acts of greed brought your demise, to rise higher than any tower before. Joy beyond your grasp, eternity awaits. Your roars imprisoned in your soul and your curse to never leave. A broken image in every piece of glass, mirrors asunder in the presence of your wrath. Every petal falls from your enchanted rose, break as the withering goes. Roar sad beast, scream into the night.
Salvation travels with unknown steps. Chasing after what it holds dear. A butterfly on the path to the spider’s web. Wait dear beast; wait for warmth other than the flames of hell. Wait dear beast for heaven’s wings. Fly dear butterfly, chase your heart’s joy. Fearsome gates to a shadowy place open for innocent wings. Shine through the walls with acts of compassion and light up the candle floor with a loving embrace. Fly dear butterfly, spread the beauty of those wings and soar to the sky. Allow the sun to finally shine upon the shadow of death.
I wrote this poem after seeing the movie "Beauty and the Beast" a while ago.
Beauty and the Beast
Ever growing fangs in body and soul, alone in a dark castle in the forest of death. Fearsome beast, you stalk the halls like shadows of forgotten dreams. Every step you take withers life; every breath you make chills the walls. Acts of greed brought your demise, to rise higher than any tower before. Joy beyond your grasp, eternity awaits. Your roars imprisoned in your soul and your curse to never leave. A broken image in every piece of glass, mirrors asunder in the presence of your wrath. Every petal falls from your enchanted rose, break as the withering goes. Roar sad beast, scream into the night.
Salvation travels with unknown steps. Chasing after what it holds dear. A butterfly on the path to the spider’s web. Wait dear beast; wait for warmth other than the flames of hell. Wait dear beast for heaven’s wings. Fly dear butterfly, chase your heart’s joy. Fearsome gates to a shadowy place open for innocent wings. Shine through the walls with acts of compassion and light up the candle floor with a loving embrace. Fly dear butterfly, spread the beauty of those wings and soar to the sky. Allow the sun to finally shine upon the shadow of death.