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The Passing of the Beast
This is a sad fantasy poem somewhat like Beauty and the Beast, but in the ending of this poem, the beast passes, and only then does his unnamed princess realize that she has loved him all these past years.
Fore the beast was dying
and there was nothing for her to do
. . . and as he took his last breath
his hand touched hers
and she knew
in that very brief moment
what she had never realized before
that he had loved her all these years
with all his soul
and that she had loved him, too

 

Too late
Too late
So much missed they could have shared
So many moments lost
Now, forever

 

But life can be unfair
as it was in this time
and the guardians of the castle
dark creatures of great power
came before her surrounded by a great mist
and gently lifted the beast
and then bore his body down to the river
of no return

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