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This poem was written for the Chapter X of I, Beast
Here I am, cursed to the very core
And nothing can heal me as it did before
When I still had my beloved roses.
But now my hand tears when it forecloses
And only my grief hasn't changed
For sorrow and I never are estranged.
Once, so many years ago in the past,
I met a girl; at her I wasn't aghast
But she had my wildest dream in hand.
To me she didn't even claim to withstand
For she had already set her choice on me
Before I even saw her. But it wasn't to be.
She was holding the legendary black rose
But when I heard the price, I had to oppose.
The disappointed girl called on her godmother:
This refusal she refused to forgive and smother.
She gave me an eternity to forget my name
And this denial became my greatest shame.
I swore my revenge's day would come
But first I had my clumsiness to overcome.
Day after day, decade after decade,
I understood there was no way to evade.
Everything I did sounded like freedom's call
So I began my quest for it before my fall.
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Then she came, her I couldn't possibly prefer
And I only had to take one look at her
To know I was doomed to the bitter cries:
When I lost myself in her deep, sad eyes,
I saw my fate twinkling in her tears.
She was the one I'd waited for all those years.
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Fallen Angel (Completed)
