May 2018
In her yellow gown that so bright,
Her most pretty face shines
In her hands she hold a knife
And stabbed everyone—
Everyone that pushes her
To marry the old man in the mansion.
And before she killed the last one,
Her sisters screamed
At the top of their lungs
"You're a beast! You're a beast!"
Her most pretty face shines
In her hands she hold a knife
And stabbed everyone—
Everyone that pushes her
To marry the old man in the mansion.
And before she killed the last one,
Her sisters screamed
At the top of their lungs
"You're a beast! You're a beast!"
I wrote this poem about a year ago I guess. It was the time when "Beauty and the Beast" was so hyped and apparently I read a murderous version of the fairytale which is more interesting so I tried to make a sadistic version too. >:-)
