And So It's Goodbye

And in the end, who wants the gnarly beast,
the snarly least- of- the- leasts,
who, though the Belle of his balls searched
under the matted hair and scarred skin
for the prince within,
was found to be unchanged by potions,
though strangely moved by oceans
and their tides,
and among the trees and shadows hides
so when the moon dances in the champagne,
pronouncing the world insane,
remembers a time of sun and love and
fire in the loin,
with a true princess, whose service he would
gladly join,
but gnarly beasts were even then, at the least,
unwanted?