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.

 

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