The Biest Poem written by the poet and free lance writer Helen Losse (http://helenl.wordpress.com) and based on this artwork:                   But Not From the Dark Side             The green river is       covered with slime. Trees       are growing at an angle on       the side of the hill, where       two people on horses climb,             where there may be a path,       but I can’t see it. The wind whips       through the aforementioned trees—       green, blue, a touch of purple       looks like berries.             The beast is nowhere in the picture.       I think she might have just given       birth to wonder rather than danger.       “Nothing gold can stay,” says Frost.       Nothing here spells D-A-R-K,             nothing but slime for imagination.             GO BACK