The Beast

(from beauty and the beast)

Monster! Freak! I hear your cries
If you knew me you'd be surprised

Your kind of beauty is skin deep
So I lock myself away to keep
Myself away from your hurtful spite
I ran from you, hid far from sight
I was afraid I'd never be accepted
It's painful to see how I'm rejected

I used to be much more you know
But a wicked witch did curse me so
Because of my arrogance and pride
I lost everything, how I cried!
It is not seemly for a man to cry
But I can't help it, although I try

So now I try to instil fear
Into the hearts of those too near
If they want a beast, I'll let it out
They cower at my raging shout
My venomous hatred boils and hisses
Seething with anger at lost blisses

I could have found a beautiful wife!
I could have had a better life!

Instead I howl into the skies
Let my anger build up, rise
I scream and open the floodgates
Lob and throw the china plates
I smash the mirrors in their frames
I destroy the statues, erase the names
I tear at myself, pulling out hair
Why should life be so unfair!
The tapestries my ancestors wove
Are on the floor, in two halves clove
I shred the pages of the books
That gave the library it's good looks
I rip the paintings off the wall
And lie shaking, sobbing in the great hall
I'm all alone, waging a war
As I writhe upon the oak wood floor

All it takes to ensure this ends
The nightmarish hell each dawn sends
Is a woman that can look and see
Something in me she wants to marry
If she can conquer my wicked face
And say I do with eloquent grace
I will have my old life back
No more need for vicious attacks
Upon those who dare to judge
Against those who bear a grudge

I dream of my Belle, how she'll save
The heart of myself, so depraved
She strike me down with just a rose
And the bravery of one who knows
Just how looks can be deceiving
Blessed by her, fuelled by believing...

But that is conjecture, fantasy!
Who would choose to marry me!
I'm a monster, myself I hate!
Why fight against the laws of fate!
Freaks don't marry beautiful girls
To their deaths off cliffs they're hurled!
My lunacy scares me beyond belief
I'm so wrapped up inside my grief
I mourn my life, the one I had
But now my heart is ironclad
I can't bear to feel, lest I let loose
The Beast, deserving of the noose!

I.Sparrow