The Awaited Agony : Beauty and the Beast A Gothic Etymology

‘’ Sprouted upfront in a flaw I breathe,
   Chains dwell whispering friction…
   A midst of flesh, the marrow weak,
   A copper armor aged to distinction…”

Awaited, in patience the petal wept,
Blistering usher in a frozen extent….
Slitting past the blossom a tear crept,
The withered land, impatience pretends ….

Torn ‘Neath a rubble of vengeance,
The blade of slumber bruised its heart…
Chants of agony in sheer diligence,
The worm crept naked upon the bark…

Figments of a dream bruised to applaud,
Asleep in a reverie the villager snarled…
Scouring the claw raping the flesh apart,
Trembled in agony life sped disarmed…..

The meat melted torn ’Neath the linen,
In a spree its eye shot a chanted glimpse…
Christened with flowers in a moon’s prism,
Stung to a dream she shivered a hymn…

Lost for the moment in a charm it drooled,
Seek what is desired, may it be a grim…
Stench of the kill, painted the meat all nude,
Blood with the moon shined akin…

Sour was the lust spilled on a page of stains,
The pupil strolled to seek a glitch of taint…
The haze bled to an urge for a golden grain,
Fear slit the symphony of awaken vain….

A hum of anxiety frayed in the vein of a mule
The steal was written in elixir for the pledge…
The steed sped naked as her moan fed the dew,
A chant frayed the death of cupid on the hedge

The gates slit apart in a paradox of lunacy
The lantern drooled upon the brittle wrath...
The alter murmured in a lust-stung odyssey
An angle wept naked upon a maggot’s trap……

‘’why forsake this night’’. Plead in a shiver did she,
‘’why forsake this night, o’ wretched beast’’…
’’Worthy am I of such torment, 0’ judge my plea’’
‘’why forsake this night, 0’ wretched beast’’…..