A hint of sweet Jasmine carried in the
softest whistle of wind through an open window
as sunset settled across her enchanted domain.
She could relax once again
after more than ample help from her
loyal and loving tiger beast
the scrap of demons were trapped
in a magical montage of granite
would hold them forever, unless
the hard-stone was somehow flawed
or, the spell she cast was broken.
Such huge responsibility
being a good fairy queen
and trying to prevent so
many different monsters each night from
invading young children’s dreams.
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Another take on beauty and the beast story.
Psst: It’s my @#%^**** @& gazillionth Birthday today 🙂
Shared with The Sunday Whirl #62