Falling For the Beast
Playing cat and mouse were Beauty and the Beast
Right up to the moment the harvest moon ceased
To shine, that is, autumn winds ushered dark clouds
Even amber leaves were cloaked by misty shrouds
Alone on the terrace, Beast’s hand reached to her
Unfamiliar feelings in Beauty did stir
The masquerade party on All Hallows Eve
Beauty caught in his web, seeking no reprieve
Clouds now cast aside, moonbeams danced in the skies
Pulling his mask, Beauty unveiled Beast’s disguise
Seeing sensual eyes, her pulse rate increased
Conquered by longing for a man she’d called Beast
By Carolyn Devonshire for Michael’s “Falling in Love in the Fall contest
September 24, 2011
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