Blind and Beastly
In trees tall, and forest dense
Lurks and waits a handsome prince
For the song from along the trees
That floats upon the chilly breeze.
He tilts his head to hear the din
Of a girl moaning from tower within.
A river of hair streams from above
Which leads him to his pretty love.
But a witch shimmies down the hair
To land on hard ground so bare.
And until the witch moves from sight,
Can the prince kiss his love tonight.
The prince awaits to see her face,
So he climbs her hair of grace.
But when he sees her weak and worn,
He runs to her, his heart torn.
“My love! My joy!” he cries
As she holds him in her eyes.
He remembers when he fell upon
The tower bathing in orange dawn.
And the sheen of silver mist
That clung to the walls in frozen kiss.
She was there, a young maid so fair
That the witch concealed her there.
Now, she’s a weathered soul,
Feeding the witch who stole
Her grace and might
Just as breath steals a candle’s light.
She’s weak and ugly but still
The prince comes to the windowsill.
Why does this witch hide her in the wood
And rob from her all she could?
The witch is noble by birth, you see,
But lacked all grace and beauty.
All knights and princes despised her face,
So she withered in her disgrace.
She longed for charm and love from all
So she captured the girl in tower tall.
She fed her potions in her bread
And stole her will inside her head.
As her beauty grew, her heart shrunk
And the magic died from which she drunk.
But the potion lives within the maid
Who in wood and stone is strayed.
The witch needed her light
As her heart rot with fright.
She poured her hatred and her spite
Into a tool devised by night.
Now, the witch stands before a looking glass
And wishes for her love at last.
The magic mirror takes the girl’s physique
And gives it to her with small tweak.
Then she hides it in brick and stone
And leaves it with the girl alone.
One night, the prince tries to free
The girl as sweet as sweet can be.
But the witch returns with blood boiled
And dreams of love faint and soiled.
She yanks him from tower above
And hurls him down with truelove.
The witch reveals the magic mirror,
But the girl’s beauty is ever clearer
Within her heart and beneath her skin--
Now she knows she can win.
She wrestles the mirror from the witch’s hand
And shatters it against her nightstand.
The girl cries tears of pain
As thick as syrup and cold as rain.
With all her strength and all her breath,
She pushes the witch to her death.
The girl ties her hair to tower tall
And with her heart, starts to fall.
The hair catches her in the air
And she swings down with a prayer.
She finds her prince on the ground
With no breath to be found.
When her tears touch his dead heart,
The prince awakes with a start.
His eyes bleed from the barbs,
That tore at his face and his arms.
Now all he sees is a great dark,
But in his heart, love still sparks.
When she finds him alive,
The ground around them starts to thrive.
She cries and hugs him tight,
Kissing his eyes void of sight.
The grass beneath her toes
Warm with sun and summer growth.
With life revived and song anew,
She sings until her heart sings too.
Though he can’t see the stolen beauty
Of the girl that he loves truly,
The prince still leads her back to
A palace big with lots of room.
Before they wed, the girl cuts her hair
And sheds her fear from a witch’s lair.
And when they marry, blind and beastly,
They say their vows by the sea.
The crowd talks of their devotion,
With tears spilling in an ocean.
And now with tower gone forever,
They live long and happily together.