The Secret

I was a child, and she was a child in our garden by the school.

I loved her because she was kind to me, but I was a fool.

I knew what I was, and I knew what she was in the garden by the school.

We were too young for it to matter if she was both kind and beautiful,

but she became beautiful anyway.

I knew other women who were kind to me,

But they were Momma’s age.

She always remained small. I became something else. I became…

“Don’t bring me into this,” said The Great Beast.

“You’re part of this. You and I are always together.” The Poor Knight said.

“Yeah, well. We’re ugly, so your ideas about a girl are stupid and irrelevant.”

“I know we’re ugly.” Said the poor knight. “Someone who is kind might see through that.”

“Why should you ask her to? She’s only going to get more beautiful. Why shouldn’t she find someone as beautiful as she?” Said the Great Beast.

“I agree.” Said the Poor Knight. This is why we must remain a secret. Always.”

“Look at me.” Said the Great Beast. “It’s hard for me to do anything in secret.”

“I’ll help you.” Said the Poor Knight.

“I’ll need your help.” Said the Great Beast.

“A secret then?” Asked the Poor Knight.

“A secret.”

“Always?”

“Always.”