there once was a beast,
an ugly beast of a man,
terrifying to the bone
and he lived all alone.
people would scream
calling him a monster,
so he decided to flee
to his castle by the sea.
during the thunderstorms
he could not sleep,
he'd stare the looking-glass
as time couldn't pass.
the wind whooshed,
he sat and listened
to that ancient song,
kept playing for so long.
there was no answer,
nobody to question,
but he'd cry out why
into the storm in the sky.
a strange man emerged,
before the dusty mirror,
each night again
as he grew insane.
then silence came
with intent to last,
the words were cruel
and the man no fool.
he gazed at the man
and he knew him,
but just couldn't see
that the beast was he.
when the lady came
he sent her away,
because a beast he was
and scare is what he does.
an atrocious being
all of them made him
and a planted guilt
in him was built.
but he was no demon,
let me assure you,
even if unpleasant
in the past and present.
no truer beasts exist,
all them scattered around,
as friends that pretend
and stab you in the end.
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