The Owl Prince (or Why Beauty can be Deadly.)
Beauty was brought before the King in black, sack black,
hair pulled back with a twisted vine. She didn’t speak
or smile, fooled no one. Bone structure is bone structure.
In deference, she lowered her eyes, so the King addressed
the top of her head, a head that turned heads throughout
the realm. Her dazzling smile she tucked up her sleeve.
Hear ye, Beauty has stabbed the Owl Prince twelve times.
Convinced his son’s death was imminent, the King
waited until the last minute to order Beauty beheaded,
the ultimate price for slaying a Royal, whereupon
a breathless courier announced that the Owl Prince
was seen galloping off on his stallion, sharing the saddle
with a redheaded wench, same wench the Owl Prince
diddled in the Royal Gardens while the Gardener snipped
long-stemmed roses for Beauty. As for the stabbings,
Beauty pleaded not guilty: Your Majesty, he brought me
roses every day, every day we made love on a bed of petals.
What was I supposed to do? He stole inside me like a thief.
Then Beauty smiled a smile that so bewitched the King
he ordered her released and took her for his Queen.
Hearing the news the Owl Prince returned, but Beauty
barred her door to him. Undeterred the scoundrel forced
himself within, whereupon the next day, his body
was found floating face down in the Maun River shallows.