Beauty In The Beast Poem by David Hunter

I've seen no nightmare in
A dream full of clouds and sea.
The wickedness of man is a great sin
For any man who lays beside a beauty they see.

I care not about a man being
Angry at me for he is already too late.
This kind of love is rich with thoughts and feelings,
Twas sweet like the morning dew a little 'round eight.

I could have sworn by God, my God,
That any man could have easily slain the beast.
A beast like me; there's nothing like me, I'm no fraud,
I see the beauty ten thousand mile, hear it, at least.

A kind of love I give to thou
Is a kind of love I give to thee.
It's torturous, I know, like hands bleed from a plow,
Although, it's priceless, never on sale, yet, free.

There's not enough silver or gold
within this heart of mine but sin and hate.
'Beware! ' I say, 'Beware, for my heart's frozen and cold! '
God, damn me, for I fear that this is my fate!