Once upon a time there was a hell-bound Beast
Who hated all the living and worshiped the deceased
He looked for ways to settle in a world he didn't belong
Sounding his stitched up voice in the haunting lights of song
The beast was walking through a yard filled with sturdy stones
Looking for the sunlight in the wonder of beauty bones
She stood there in the darkness holding up her head
It was then he knew he'll be walking with the dead
He sang to her Godless songs of beauty in the grave
Although he felt unworthy, the Beast fought to be brave
At first she didn't care for his foolish little art
But, he showed his ghoulish ways and won her no beat heart
So, every night the beast walks up to her lovely chiseled stone
Knowing that when he sings now he wouldn't be alone
She holds his hand, walks with him calmly for a while
and when she dies each night Beast shows the purest smile
There'll be a time where she can leave to forever be released
At that hour he will know he's meant to be her Beast
It's who he is, who she loves, the one to bring her laughter
In this graveyard and beyond they live happily ever after
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