21st February.

Like the beast I feel,

The beast whom an angel fell in love with,

The beast who must be kept secret,

For she will fall from grace if ever the beast was known.

Though living in this dark woods that I am familiar with,

I feel lonely and like a stranger to these plains,

Because without my angel,

I would never see light again.

If only I could gather my strengths to leap up into the sky,

Just to see my angel once again,

I would do anything, even sever these beastly claws of mine,

But I knew better that I would never be accepted there in Heaven,

For my looks, these hideous hides that cover my looks,

I would never survive the curses of the people from above,

I will forever be resented.