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The ferocious growls of the beast
Instills fears into the hearts of men
It mutilates their integuments with its claws
With dreadful eyes it observe its surrounding
Stomping the beautiful flowers Outrageously
Who would tame the shrewd beast?
Rising stealthily with each rooster's crow
With revengeful eyes and unmatched speed

The sun scorched high above with regrets in its rays
What a beautiful story, with a pitiful end, he thought
The story of the beast lurks at the tip of his tongue
Divulge, he promised not to
This ain't the beast who laughed heartily last summer
His heart pained, tears fell
If only she hadn't left him, his lips quivered

The glowing moon serenades the night
Watching the beast wallow in ruth
The stars shone brighter than they ever did
And the wind whispers sweet melodies
Strangely, the beast harkens not to their folly
He neither notices the sky nor it gestures
He mourned and cursed with clenched fangs at her death

Annabelle, the black rose of the beast
The custodian of his heart and his favorite olfaction
Murdered by the poisoned arrow of the hunter
A  grievous mistake paid for in blood
Her death, awakened the ferocious beast from its love slumber
And transformed him into a dreadful creature  
Feared by all and wailed for-- by those who knew him before her death
No one can tame the beast, only death could
And death himself is fearfully amazed at his ultimate power
Of destruction-- a power he wished could bring back Annabelle