A Beast is a Beast

A castle set in the east,

Deep within the shadowed wood.

 

Far from a simple village,

In a time of kingdoms and knighthood.

 

A fair innocent was taken captive,

By an old beast known of brutality.

 

After a time, she returned from her prison,

With fresh hope and newfound clarity.

 

The beast wasn’t all bad,

He was kind and fair and true.

 

He was simply a product of anger,

A spiteful curse by a vengeful shrew.

 

He need only be accepted,

For the evil spell to break.

 

But the village feared him still,

Forever pleading, “a snake is a snake”.

 

She left the town in sorrow,

Unaware of being followed.

 

She traveled through the dense forest,

Feeling no fear, no pain, simply hollow.

 

She arrived at the castle in search of her friend,

The beast she’d grown to trust.

 

But what she met was a fierce warrior,

Hoisting a steel hammer rimmed with rust.

 

“Thank you, my darling, for bringing the village,”

He sneered across the yard.

 

She spun in shock and saw the men,

Brought by a duty to protect and guard.

 

He had known that they would worry.

He had known that they would trail.

 

She watched as he swept across the yard,

She watched as her people fell.

 

The truth hit her with a force,

A force that left her speechless.

 

He was a liar, a betrayer, an evil force,

Of which the aftermath she was grievous.

 

With a broken heart and a set mind,

She raised her sword to the east.

 

Because a snake is a snake,

Just as a beast is a beast.

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