Stevon Lucero
Artist ARchives
Sophia
To Beauty
One time
when thinking of you
I was confronted
by a vision
of an old timeless tale
of Beauty and the Beast.
I could see him
Wandering through the shadows
of his crystalline garden
of petrified memories.
I can see him now.
I can see this Beast.
Wandering.. wondering.
Trapped in form
his spirit awaiting
loves animation.
Haunted by dreams
Of future memory,
His soul cries out
"Why can't my light shine!"
"Why can't it be seen!?"
"Where is..my Beauty..?.."
"Where is she.?.."
".Beauty?."
"Free me from this.mask."
"this beastly mask."
"and my love awaits Beauty!"
Beast,
An innocent prisoner
of his own device
surveys the landscape
of his mind,
hoping to catch glimpses
of the shadow of life
in pursuit of love,
lost somehow in definitions.
"Purify!"
"Purify..yes..purify!,
"In love's fire.
In love's fire."
Beast,
Gazing at stellar infinity,
issues quiet words
from silent lips.
"Beauty. .Beauty?
Where are you?
My heart grows cold
In this darkness.
.I need warmth.
.warmth.from loves fire.
.in love's fire."
Seeing a shooting star,
Beast quietly makes a wish.
"ah.beauty!"
And as I watch him,
I realize that this
wretched creature
produced within me
An odd feeling of kinship.
Putting my hands in my pockets
I sought exit from his garden,
This exquisite garden,
While wondering..
With she come?
Just then I see a huge crowd
Come rushing by me.
I decided to check it out.
There is a multitude of people
Standing around something
Something big..Big!
There.over there!
In the middle of the street!
So I push.
And shove.
And crawl.
And squeeze...!
And.lo and behold.
There it is!
There he is!
Kong.
King Kong.
In the street.
Broken and bloody.
The king was dead.
And over to my right
I hear these voices,
Louder, strangely louder,
Somehow above the roar
Of the surrounding chaos..I hear. "Well..I..I guess the airplanes got 'em!"
And a man with sad eyes replied.
"No,..it wasn't the airplanes,
No.it was
Beauty killed The Beast."
© Stevon Lucero