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She was lost and cried all night, heart broken and sad
Old wounds ached from countless jagged scars and flaws
It was an evil monster, abusive and powerfully bad
From its sadistic, tormenting ways, never did it pause

How had she become completely blinded by its charm
Raspy whispers in the night promised love's all
She ignored red warning flags, sounding the alarm
and seeing only her prince, refused to heed the call

Wrapped in the monster's arms she began to weep
Praying desperately for a savior to give release soon
Alas! She was tormented during her deepest sleep
and awakened in the blood of a dark crimson moon

It walked in human form, a beast amid mankind
Admired by a sightless world, quite a famous man
Nothing more hideous than this beast, could one find
Observing delight in her pain was its solitary plan

Taking her own life haunted her thoughts as of late
Without a redeemer there was not much else to do
No longer could she stand the torment and the hate,
nor struggling through life always feeling sad and blue

If staying awake would keep him from her bedroom,
she pledged to remain steadfast and be deprived
of shutting her eyes, or face another night of doom
Weariness won out and once more the fiend arrived

Her mind fogged from lethargy and long held fatigue
No longer did she wish to end the misery with her death
If she could think clearly to make a plan of intrigue
it would end his nocturnal visits and take his last breath

While in the garden an idea blossomed in her head
A plan budded that would save her from the beast
but it required her to be in a position she would dread
one upon which the cruel villain would desire to feast

She saw a spider had built a web near the garden gate
and had captured a fly who was struggling to flee
If she were to tempt the beast as a juicy morsel of bait
alas, she could end his life and then she could break free

That night she pretended to be asleep, deep in dreams
the fluttering glow of candlelight exposed her soft flesh
Through a window she perceived shadowed moonbeams
and was at the ready to capture her nemesis and enmesh

She'd rigged a web of brambles and sharpened the thorns
and dropped it upon the head of the brute as he knelt
It screamed in anger and pain when entangled was its horns
With cunning smile, she pulled a hunting knife from her belt



Written in tandem with Robert Lindley.  December 31, 2017
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