2 February 2013
B e she mottled ugly, E ven be she scored, A ll he sees is ugliness, U til that wretch is stored. T hose days he spent in silence, Y ears went by in pain-
A nd still there was no girl to love, N o place to feel the gain. D ying seemed the only way,
T o get the peace he sought, H e moped in shadows all the time, E ver dark and caught.
B eastly, kill the dreaded beast! E lse he will kill your own! A nd yet the beast just took it all, S tood tall, stood true T he beast was all alone.
The Beast. • Opuss № I