April 2, 2017: A Beast and his Beauty

She walks over, saddened
by the tear in eye. He shakes
his head, whispering to her
that all is right in his world.
She simply shakes her head in return.
He kneels over to her, limping
in pain over his wound.
She shrugs and tends to his scar,
a warm comfort
grazes over the both of them
just as daylight breaks.
She dresses in functional petticoats
and he lounges in a torn cloak.
He dreams of her kiss
and she dreams of that library
he so adequately gave her on a whim.
The pair are far from fairytale,
but their story is one of legend.