He was madman

He was once a man

Who had a plan

He never left his titanic castle

Although his lively items gave him a hassle

When he looks in the mirror all he sees is a beast

No one is able to help him, not even a priest

A curse he cries out

And then there was a drought

Years later and he is still in his padded cell

Each morning the beauty that greets him is the sound of the bell