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the beast who wanted to love

2. prosince 2008 v 16:07



the beast who wanted to love

once upon a time
there lived a beast

When he was born
while the sun blessed society's limbs and hair with warm sunlight and gold
it had forgotten the beast

so the midnight had given him hair made of raven's feathers
and chilled him in it's moonlight

Roses dappled society's plumb cheeks
and kissed each one's warm lips

The roses however, did not go near the beast
for he was cold
and they shall shrivel and dye if they were to go near him

so the beast was left colorless


and that was how he was born
cold and colorless
He was midnight's favorite son
and blessed him with deep violet eyes

The beast wore torn garment's of black spider silk
which he sews himself with long long white fingers

He was only able to walk in the night
for the Sun have shunned him

Society feared him
for he was

a beast

a monster

he knew no joy
no happiness
no sadness
no pain

he merely breathed
and walked
and fed off of blood
though, he could think
and dream
and wonder

a ugly beast who had beautiful thoughts



one day
as dusk fell
the beast awoke from his slumber
and found a single red rose laid next to him
someone have left it there

He lifted the flower in his fingers
and was fascinated by it's beauty immediately
he wanted to know more about the rose
and studied it intently

The rose soon became his favorite possession
and carried it around with him everywhere

Later, as he harboured more and more knowledge about the rose
he learned that it was a symbol of "love"

Love?

he wondered

what could that possibly be?
The beast was a curious fellow
and set out to learn more about this thing called "love"

what does it look like? how does it smell? is it pretty? is it scary? does it hurt? is it soft? is it rough? is it big or is it small?

Night after night
the beast sought to find out exacty what this "love" is.
Night after night
week after week
months after months
finally a few years of passed
and his rose companion have been withered to nothing but a shrivled brown stem
almost dust
still he remembered it's beauty
and was determined more than ever

then one day
as dusk fell
the beast awoke to find
a fresh rose laid next to him
and as he looked up,
he saw a small, frail girl blessed by the sun
with rose stained cheeks and lips
she was the sun's favorite daughter
and was blessed with shimmery gold eyes

she confessed that she was the one who have left the rose by his side
and have been watching him night after night
The beast saw beautiful dreams inside her mind
and sensed a curious, undesribable happiness and painful hope inside this little being

it overwhelmed the beast
and it fascinated him
his mind was tingling

"i love you" she said

Love?
that word
that magnificent word he's been searching for

but
what is it?
what could it possibly mean?

is it what drives young people like these
to do such silly things?
is that why she's been following him?
but then, why was she hiding from him?
is this love what fills people's thoughts with such wonderful dreams?
what makes people touch lips?
is this what fills people with such warmth?
such happiness?

so many questions, it was driving the beast absolutely mad.

Whatever it was, the beast wanted it
he wanted it so bad

and it was inside her.

Silently, the beast put the unfortunate girl to a dark dark sleep
as he does with any other of his preys
and looked inside her


where is it?
she said she loved him
then how come he couldn't find it?
was she lying to him?
does it dispear when the vessel dies?

Alas,
nothing

all the beast found was ugly little entrails and organs
but where was it?
what does it mean to love?

and the beast was only left with more questions than ever
for he's killed the only love that's ever been given to him

if this thing called "love" represents such a beautiful thing as the rose,
it must be something
truly truly wonderful and blessed
the beast thought to himself
 

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