The Beauty and the Monster



Mercy, mercy, mercy on me!  

Let me die or let me be.  

The beauty of the tower cried aloud,  

But the monster said, "Make no sound."  

He chained her to the palace walls  

And told her she could never call.



"But you promised me," she said,  

"You were not a monster!" her eyes deep red.  

"Oh, you fool, that was not meant,  

It's more like a trap, not a mere lament.  

Your fate was sealed the day you were sent.  

No prince, no knight, no savior will come,  

For the beast in the tower can never be undone."



The beauty wept, her hope worn thin,  

But still her spirit fought within.  

"For I may be bound by your cruel desire,  

Yet even a monster can't take out my fire."  

The beauty convinced the beast as days flew by  

That the palace walls were home and where she would die.  

She stopped weeping and smiled with ease,  

She was waiting deep inside for her release.  

And soon the day came when the beast gave in,  

Told her, her freedom was in the walls within.



For days she kept her guard up,  

Waiting patiently for the time,  

The pills mixed graciously in his beloved cup,  

Hidden well in the deep red wine.



The beast boasted of her compliance,  

How she lost her spirit and might,  

How a proper treatment could silence,  

And drive out all the light.



After the hearty meal and the wine,  

His eyes were blurred with sleep,  

And off he retired to his bed,  

Her heart jumped with a joyful leap.



Quiet as a whisper, she took her chance,  

Moving swiftly, a determined dance.  

Into the night, she found her way,  

Embracing the dawn of a new day.



The beast woke up with chains in his hand,  

No beauty ever again will visit his land.  

For love and respect he had none,  

The tales of not a beast but a monster he had  won.





-  Miss Millers