Just enough moisture to keep it alive
As long as the beast lives
Breathing artificial air
Within a glass, window-less cell
Exposed for all to see
But hidden, weeping to grieve
As it races towards a time
When red, rosy petals strew below
When its protector is laid to rest
And its jailer is no more
But perhaps Beauty will intervene
She who sleeps now, awaken to battle!
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