The Beast
He had everything any man could need Just like the arrogant Prince in that fairy tale story Day by day he lived it up and his ego would feed Never realizing he himself would undo his on glory And just like that, one day he lost it all His life and riches gone and his heart broken Upon his knees he watched his kingdom fall His tears describing words unspoken Now all alone and his past a distant memory The life he knew slipped through his fingers Locked in his lonely tower for what seems like a century His appearance changed, like a beast he lingers The scars he bares from self-inflicted wounds Watching the world go by from his own personal hell Hoping that one day he will no longer be marooned and like the Beast in the story, he too will be saved by a Belle