Of beauty and the beast.
While the beauty singing gaily yonder,
The beast could do nothing but wonder,
Does she adore him for the person that he is,
Or is she tempted by the galore of his rich?
Sitting in his grandeur hall,
Sighing as the autumn falls,
The gallant warrior growls and think,
Brute hand searches for ink,
He tries to scribe it on paper,
But still he finds no answer,
How is someone so bestial,
Could be loved by a celestial?
Thus is how beast the mighty,
Was ridiculed by his inferiority….
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