The Beast

"How delightful that you came"
said the Beast.
And the king shivered out of fear
and tried to turn his eyes away from here.
He tried remembering a time
when the bells would happily chime
and streets were full of joy.
But he could see only death and pain
how they all struggled in vain
and he was now but a toy.
To the Beast.

"Look at me" the foul creature hissed
And the king did.
From the shadows of the throne
down the stair of white stone
came the most unexpected sight
full of beauty and delight.

A man, of elven kind perhaps he was,
radiant as the evening stars.
He walked as he didn't touch the ground
without making a sound.

How could it be that he was the Beast?!?

The creature that slaughtered so many
and drank all the blood.
Oh it was uncanny!
Yet here he stood.

The king looked in his eyes
the color of silvery ice
and there his saw
a little girl playing in the snow.

As he took his last breath
the Beast's eyes turned red
and the vision was gone.
And so was the king!
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It's dum, and dull and lame. I might edit it someday, try to make it better.