Beastly Beauty

Thirty-Three

The old wives are silent.

Because no one wants to be saved anymore.

That’s only for the weak.

And everyone’s so strong now.

The old wives are tired,

Of telling you pretty stories.

The ones you never asked for,

Are the ones you most need to hear.

About a knight in tarnished armor.

And an ice queen who melted.

About a handsome prince who lies in wait,

With sharp teeth and long claws.

The old wives are gone now.

To sit with the witch.

And drink with the woodcutter.

And wait for you in the woods.