BeastlyA Poem by ThrushsongA bad end to a fairy tale
Her eyes are cracking at the edges Shallow soft furrows of aging skin Begin to outline her thinning lips One dark hair sprouting on her chin
Yet gray streaks through her locks Once as sofly black as midnight Bulbous glasses distort her eyes To compensate for dimming sight
A bit pudgy, her gait is less lovely Graceful swan turned into a duck The Prince eyes her shape critically He's aged with some better luck
Flirtatious maidens still swoon at him Young bosoms lifting with each sigh Good looks have only become better With the years that passed him by
But his wife grows plainer by minute Then at last he can take it no more The papers are drawn up quickly And abruptly he shows her the door
At her tears of painful confusion The once Beast Prince only said "Beauty, don't take it too hard You just aren't the girl that I wed."
© 2008 ThrushsongReviews
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