Beware! the old women hissed.
At the heart of those ruins in the clouds
lurks a beast.
Fire flamed through every broken window
as the sun went down;
in the valley below the crones shuddered
as a shadow fell over them
dragging along the roofline:
not quite man, not quite beast.
In the heart of Beauty
there lurked curious innocence
pure as dew on roses.
She climbed and climbed
to the top of the clouds,
spreading comfort in her wake,
finding there no beast
save a man dying of the meanness in his soul,
and for once,
love overpowered it.
Now the shadow, one made of two,
no longer threatens at the end of day;
fading into dusk,
it glows silver under the moon,
the fire tamed and the meanness burnt to ash.
Poem copyright by Faire Lewis 2012. Don’t even THINK about copying it! 😉