To Her Poem by brittany nicole jones

Owls take flight through the night
Moonlight shines so bright
Past tall dark trees that hide certain things
Secrets buried so deep
Underground, hard to see
Covered with slightly cracked leaves
I stumble in and discover a nineteenth century scene
A place where some believe women hid from a beast
Never did they leave the woods
Where shadowed men then stood
All they could do was look on and witness
Each woman a mistress
Fall from the hands of her killer in her blood-stained dress
An equestrian suggests with courage
That yes the creature has horrid features
But none the less should take not of the blessed possessions
The man confesses that he is the beast
And women are the ones to whom he relieves all pain
And to take a woman in vein
Is not only madness, it's insane