The Virgin and the Beast

The virgin walks the dewy dusk

Towards a hairy creature devoid of tusk

But horns reaching up to her elbow’s length

Manifests the beast’s unfailing strength

The beast struggles in which it lays

More like predator but also prey

She comes to him in all gentleness

And strokes his mane with all caress

He backs away for a while at her touch

Jerks his head off her hand as such

Looks away and shuns the virgin’s smile

But she stayed for the longest while

She sighed in the sadness but hope never failed

Crept her hand to his head in a gentle pat

Sang a lullaby to calm the beast’s spirit

Knowing she put all of her heart in it

Alas the beast looked at her loving face

Strained with tears for his own menace

He lifted his head to rest on her lap

And put all his weight on her as he naps

Their breathing had the most perfect tune

She sweetly smiled to the lost of gloom

It wasn’t in vain when she gave her love

For the beast once is now her angelic dove