My Beautiful Prison
I am alone
I am trapped in a beautiful prison
Free to do anything but leave
My castle hides
Deep in the woods
Surrounded by rose bushes
My roses are beautiful
As is my prison
But roses have thorns
The skies are bright
Flowers bloom and grow
But night always comes
Everything is beautiful here
But beauty hides the darkness
And the darkness is hiding everywhere
Cursed
My life became a lie
My castle became enchanted
Enchanted both beautifully
And quite ugly
The truth it hides
My face is no longer mine
It is the face of a beast
One no one could love
Beneath the enchantments
My castle is dead
A skeleton of what it once was
My life is full
Of paradoxes
A beautiful terror of my home
The beauty exisits on top of the truth
Covering it
Hiding it
I waste my days away in this
Beautiful prison
Utterly alone
But wait
I see and old man
Who has stumbled into my beautiful prison
Should I help him?
No I do not want to show my face
But if I did?
Would he see me for who I am?
Or only how I look?
I am hideous now
But who am I to wallow in self-pity
I must carry on
Am I a quitter?
Only this is what I am until the curse breaks
A hideous and terrible
Beast
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