Beauty, the Beast and a Dream

Cornered, conjoured and crippled with a cast, I poured a pint of pain inside my past, To drink from dusk 'till dawn a weary woe, And end thy face that turns a friend to foe. Of stars that fall and wishes that come true, A hue of heaven healed my horrid view, Amidst the mist and twist of beauty's bliss, A hunchback, now handsome from beauty's kiss. Yet of my gore is not unchanged by streams, That show a morbid face unchanged by dreams, For life and things that's real will never lie... Thus in my dreams methinks I'd rather die. Bewithced...beguiled in bloom I'm born a beast, Though dire in darkness, beauty comes to feast.