The Beast That Did Me Harm

I killed the beast that did me harm,

I smiled and fooled it with my charm,

I slit its throat and drank its blood,

With all the passion I once loved,

It took from me... I cannot say,

Thus I schemed every day,

My hatred grew with every sun,

ceased my happiness and my fun,

Now I walk with my head held high,

knowing justice was done but then why

do people stair as though they fear me,

as though the beast did walk beside me?

I killed the beast without distress,

And in return I took its place...