As she descended the castle stairs,
on her body were a thousand vicious glares.
Through the multitude blew a silent gust,
and she didn't know it was filled with lust.

She saw charming faces but hidden were their fangs,
and she couldn't possibly hear the dagger clangs.
Thirsty wolves under the hides of men,
waiting patiently to drag her to their den.

Away from the demons stood an ugly beast,
only on the blue moonlight he would feast.
With the heart of a lion but skin of a bear,
to look at his face, you  would never dare.

A burst of golden glow brighter than the moonlight,
spread all over the hall and rushed into his eyesight.
To see a goddess on earth he was surprised,
he hid behind the curtains for he was despised.

Looking back at the moon he remembered her words true,
"I would **** myself than be married to you."
Seeing another wolf put a ring on her finger,
he tries to erase her thoughts that still linger.

The fairytales you've read aren't true anymore,
neither are the morals that they once bore.
The beauty isn't for the beast today,
it is for the charming wolves to slay.